Lion Head Mesa all's well that ends

she had not realized how exhausted she was. how the mourning had already begun in her and made her weary. yet there was still too much to do.

hemet. her voice was warm despite the lack of knowing between them. yet senmut had not warned her against this face. had no whispers of ill on the breeze.

her eyes fluttered from sayf with a small, thin smile. then they returned back to the holy woman.

might i ask for your company?