Two Eyes Cenote ninety-eighth

for eset, he did not stagger beneath the weight of that pronouncement. senmut held her words. he cradled them in his heart and felt the heft of their honesty, the pain formed into something tangible between he and she in that moment.

she stood unabashed and open before him, her strength apparent in how she shed the kalasiris of her introversion and let it fall to the open air.

"i will see it done, eset." his voice upon her name was reverently warm.

these words must hold his spirit entire for her own to hear.

on a whim, senmut extended his paw to take one of her own, if she offered it. "i seek my prayers. come with me, please." they would cleanse themselves in communion; he would entreat healing to wash over eset. she did not need to ask for this.