Two Eyes Cenote he will never sleep

stark makes a small noise — more grunt than anything else — of understanding. a communication that he understands even if she gave nothing truly away. he does not pry. it is not in his nature, eagerly to blindly believe that if he was to know, if it was to be shared then he would be told without needing to pry.

of course, stark agrees, knowing full well that he would agree to just about anything she asked of him.

he takes a moment to inspect the roots she's already gathered, so he knows what he is looking for before moving nearer to assist.

i ... came to ask something of you, he admits, tone going higher for a moment with his nerves, a soft clear of his throat given. he was so sure of his desire to be assimilated as one of their people ... and yet her feared rejection all the same. i want to commit to Pharaoh wholly, to her culture and religion. i was wondering if you'd help me with a new name. a name of your people's language.

he would pick one himself but he does not know the language or the culture anywhere near well enough to do so with any sort of confidence.