Two Eyes Cenote ninety-first

She listens, head lowered once in a concurring nod, a controlled keep of her mien beneath a stone veneer. But her ears begin to drop over her shoulders and at once a great shame is too overwhelming to stay his gaze.

“I fear, in his current state-” well, Senmut would see soon enough when he visited the fellahin, that his mind was at times elsewhere, and his injuries put him at risk. No manner of wealth would heal the wounds she’d caused.

“Gods, I’ve made a mess,” she shakes her head, “but you have my word, Erpa-ha. I will make it right with him.”