Two Eyes Cenote what I’ve done

@Nokht !!

Maybe it was Toula’s protection totem, or maybe the Gods had thought Nokht had seen enough. She didn’t know, she didn’t care. The only thing she cared about was crossing the threshold, where soldiers awaited—they let her pass, alarmed at her state, perhaps missing the too small being in her mouth.

She didn’t bring him to Nazli. She knew she should—maybe she still would. But Medusa couldn’t bring herself to do it just yet. She placed him on plush furs and looked at his exhausted little face, and called in the halls for food to be brought here.

I am going to clean you up, okay? she asked, uncertain of where to begin, how to do this… any of this. And then we can rest, and do whatever you want for a while, she lowered herself on her belly, looking at him, grimacing at the wounds. 

She rose and asked for a fellahin to fetch @Tavina, and to bring healing herbs. Medusa’s jaw ached, and she saw his leg—she wouldn’t force him to walk anywhere, but she needed time before she carried him again. Her own hurts were small next to his. 

He was so small. Too small, malnourished maybe. Fuck, she didn’t know, but she’d take care of him. From here on out, Medusa would do everything she could to make sure he lived the best life.