Two Eyes Cenote Subwoofer Lullaby

The burn of Eira’s hurt is felt through her hand and the hebsut’s eyes fight their own glaze. Her brows harden as she absorbs what’s been said.

‘It’, she calls him. Subhuman. Eset could not condemn her for it.

“I will,” and for a moment they sit in digesting silence. Then the coywolf calls a fellahin for attendance and gently supports the lady to stand.

“I am sure it has been a tiresome journey for you, Lady Eira. Muat-riya welcomes you to rest in one of our guest rooms if you would like.”