Two Eyes Cenote gold & lazuli

i wish i could, hob, she whispers against his lips, her smile tangible. but what would i do? i s'pose i could dance and sing for them. that'll surely keep 'em away.
oblivious entirely to the threat that laid over khusobek's head and having not heard any form of elaboration, she decides to dismiss it as a simple trip; perhaps it was only precautionary. she buries her face into the ruff of his grizzled, muscular chest and melts into the safety that envelops her.
just come back in one piece, please, okay? i worry about you when you're gone.