Two Eyes Cenote we can't fall any further if we can't feel ordinairy love

I hope this minor pp is ok @Qiao! please let me know otherwise!

When she comes to, she is staring at her paws in vacant penitence, utterly shut down. She hears a name she does not recognize. She hears a voice she does. Senmut. Humiliation.

Ceaseless tears press against the lidded gaze that never once leaves the floor. Akavir's scent is close, as is the shadow of the hemet, bent over her body in work. But Eset is brutally aware she cannot be fixed.

The emptiness of limp arms, wherein they would have lain. Eight fingers and toes, howling, soft mouth to her chest. The urge to blame herself glows hot. How could she let them die? How could she be so cruel.

Her body was a wasteland. Eset craved annihilation. Still, the hemet works.