Two Eyes Cenote ninety-eighth

her honesty belonged in its own shrine, on altars for many to study and to revere. he was tongue-twisted; he did not know what to say. it was not the content of what eset spoke; it was her clear trust in him. he did not believe he deserved it. 

"i have all faith in you, eset. Hathor calls to us all, i think. She tests your willingness to serve in what ways She sees fit."

he swallowed; he did not part their touch, but at last covered the top of her hand with his second. "forgive yourself. i hold nothing against you for what has happened. if there was a price to pay, eset, you have paid it."