Two Eyes Cenote i'm a waking hell and the gods grow tired

She need only look into his face of sincerity to feel guilt twisting inside her once again. Before, she’d felt so certain. Now she did not know what she wanted from this life.

Her face was hidden from his now, her voice aimed at the clasp of her paws around his shoulders. “I want the same for you. You are so deserving of it, Meseba.”

There was assurance in this understanding. It eased the leaps in her heart some to hear it.