Sly Fox Sand Dunes daughter of the Gods

horsemeat, laid out in strips neatly before her—paired with its large, still heart. her eyes turned to the man as she watched him test the meat for her, trusting him above so many. after his last ordeal, she knew she did not wish to lose him. she wondered if he knew how hard she had prayed.
his words caused her to smile at the imagery it evoked. were you happy there? she wondered if he ever wished to return. she hoped he did not! now Toula began to sup, mindful to take bites both small and delicate. a look to a fellahin had them bringing the man a portion of the meat to enjoy. you are healing—you must eat, and eat well, she encouraged quietly.
in the distance, another approached. more guardsmen fanned out to create a barrier—Toula watched at its center, still. they were… familiar, somehow. her mind sifted through images as one’s fingers flipped through the pages of a book to find the passage that they sought. he spoke her name, knowing her—she looked at him and felt, impossibly, she knew him too.
was it so impossible? she was a being that transcended this life—was he? the divine woman watched him, quiet and expectant both. she knew Khusobek would make clear her first questions—who was he, and why had he come?