Two Eyes Cenote love, love, love—

He has accepted it!
To say Zaahira had been colored surprised would be an understatement. Shocked pale, she watches the exchange in a continued, echoing silence;
King Consort Rashepses.
Pharaoh Toula.
She searches the firelight gaze of the sphinx for signs of ulterior motivation, of a plan, and finds instead what she can only assume to be a genuine admiration. Her trust is not earned; not yet, not in entire; but she is satisfied for the moment.