Lion Head Mesa she cries 'cause she's nothing like you, is she like you?

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senmut had waited for the return of his pharaoh.

and when makono came for him, he met her eyes in a rare moment, seeing the strain, the exhaustion; sensing tears beneath her resigned veneer.

the priest would not insult her by asking after her well-being. he knew that makono suffered. so silently he paid his service to her in respectful steps before her, bending forehead to smooth cool floor.

his eyes moved to what the crown prince bore.

senmut did not ask. he did not speak.

he only waited, her loyal servant.