Lion Head Mesa iron

Their heads touched. A moment of silence passed from Jawahir while Tavina breathed and gave her words.

They did not know what to say. It was the first time Jawahir had done something so impulsive within the reign of the Pharaoh and there was no escaping that wrath.

Without comment Jawahir lingers there a moment and then draws away, escaping while their willpower allowed it.