Two Eyes Cenote Reticulated

One day she had left the infirmary and never talked about it again. She fell into familiar patterns of work; organizing and stocking and charming nobility. The sallow beneath her eyes returned to dark, black as ever.

There was no time to readjust, and she would not have wanted it anyway. A threat hung over their home.

To the summit above the subterranean palace, the hebsut calls a meeting for @Khusobek and @Meseba. She stands with her chin high, framed on all sides by a rocky portcullis, gaze sweeping out to the distant dunes of the desert in wait.