Two Eyes Cenote Shieldtail

she’s not showing any discernible signs of pregnancy that inji would know about at this point but we can say she heard her

A sigh exhales into her belly, one last nosing before she unfurls reluctantly from her moment with them. A word at this hour could only mean work, and it leads her to sit up in bed, blinking the sleep from her eyes.

“What’s wrong?” There is immediacy in the ask. She glances from her room to the hallway where Inji stands. Thoughts of Machiavelli flit unbidden through her mind.