Two Eyes Cenote [m] Burrowing

It took no time for her to shut down the invitation—her loyalty and love for Toula something Senmut had told him of. Words played at the tip of his tongue—to ask her to consider it a time—that they could travel to Akashingo and speak to Toula… or she could do so alone.

After all, Toula had told him before that none were held here against their will—though in his own predicament, he could have argued such. But prisoners were not slaves.

The rejection of it stung, but he had expected as such—strangers, spare for a handful of nights she had clearly meant to be only as such. The idea that she would go with him—the idea they could learn more of one another—they could…

She spoke of his heart—more words to perhaps ease the dismissal of his offer, and he released a sigh, though it was broken with a kiss—lingering to his chest, and he dips his muzzle down, grazing his nose along the top of her crown.

It is the whisper of words that draw his eyes closed. “They would have been perfect if they had been like you,” he returns, his own voice quiet—emotional. A loss he hadn’t even been able to process until now… ripped away before he had even know the existence.

But for Eset… He would try to draw her closer into his arms—gently, knowing that a hug would only act as a bandaid for the moment.