Two Eyes Cenote electrum

Above her, Akavir’s iridescent eyes would look sad. It is what she thinks of as her lover holds her in his arms. He is her comfort, the place she can take her remnant grief.

Why then does it feel so traitorous?

Eyes open to the sesh’s paw. The doctor’s voice moves over her. She is a shriveled seed unready to look; to speak. But her hand clasps Tavina’s in a move that speaks when her words cannot.

Stay.