Sheepeater Cliff eighty-ninth

not if she does not also want it.
and, as far as zaahira knew, she most certainly did not. eset had closed herself off, had only ever approached the jodai with that smile which did not reach her eyes.
eset had once felt she was not good enough for her — but who was the one who was inferior now?
i do not know if she will listen to me. i have never been able to get through to her, to show her that-- that there are people who care for her. but maybe, her lips purse, shoulders tensing; you could speak to her.
she laughs, then, that kind of self-deprecating, dry laugh. what of you, senmut? i see the way they look at you, you know.