Two Eyes Cenote tres rondas y un sonido

She counted the heads that were with the fellahin. That was about as close as she ever got to them—but… one was missing. Hm. So began her search. 

It took too long to end. And when it did, it was too late. Medusa was torn between the strange compulsion—instinct—to go after them, and the fear of what it might mean if she did. 

Medusa was a woman. She could cling to that. Fuck. She looked to Khusobek. She said, the Gods bless your journey, and she was gone, to look again after the rest.

To consider if things would change if the count changed to 2.