Lion Head Mesa Chrysanthemum

"you are not yet required to know these things, Great One," senmut offered in quiet soothe, his paw moving to touch her own.

but he did not tell her she must show no tears; the soft weeping went on and he thought of aiesha. had she ever suffered in such a way? should he not be there with her?

"you are distant from your royal brother." senmut's voice invited her to speak beyond the grief; he sat beside her, letting the peace of his hymn settle around their pious hush. "have you taken this time to think alone, amiirad?"