Two Eyes Cenote it’s not a paid vacation

All of this was for her. The hebsut would have felt honored, if she perceived beyond the pain of absence in that moment. She drifts in quietly, looking around. The work of Qiao and time had begun its healing on her body.

But she felt herself moldering, the vacant eyes seeing nothing in particular. The hemet’s voice unfurls, passing through her ears in delayed dissonance.

She wishes to crumple there on the floor. Instead she finds herself nodding.

“Yes.” Eset wanted to be taken away from the reality where she'd had them.