Two Eyes Cenote ninety-first

something dire had taken place in his absence, or perhaps, in his distraction. the scribe within senmut presented itself now; he sat up, straight-backed and wholly focused upon eset, weariness clearing from his leafweald eyes and the long limbs.

"tell me, eset, please," he encouraged, lifting a paw to encourage the harried woman into a sit of her own. "i would be more worried not to know what is happening."