Two Eyes Cenote [b] sooner or later

there were no words in any language to describe how tired inji now was.
her eyes are puffy and reddened from the tears, her tender belly swollen and stained a disgusting shade from all the bodily fluids. she feels disheveled, gross; ugly, even.
but she forgets about it all as she looks down at her children.
khusobek, too, enraptured by them. she beams up at him as if to say look at what we made!, tail curled neatly around their tiny, wriggling bodies. tavina, ever doting, ever skilled in her craft; inji thanks her with what little remains of her hoarse voice. and pharaoh, radiant pharaoh! she moves her arms so that akashingo's queen may see them, may bask in their beauty herself. she will have her own, too, in time, and she gets giddy at the thought that perhaps her own babes may meet the royal heirs one day.
when she and khusobek are left alone, she reaches up to meet his mouth with her own. come here, come hold them, she coos, hardly above the high-pitched yelps. i think they wanna meet their daddy.