Lion Head Mesa Medusoid Ostreatus

she listened—and still, she watched. his expressions, his movements—yes, indeed, he was a man born to a place like this. Toula had not yet heard all he had endured—much and more had occurred to keep her from knowing all. but now, now she sought to make up for all the time she had lost. would it ever be enough? 
she would make it so! Toula heard the question, and still she said nothing. was it? she would like for it not to be. I do not know that my answer to that will satisfy you, she said with a low laugh, but I want to continue to work towards being worthy of it. she loved Eset—distance had not changed that. and respected her, too.