There is a hitch in her breath, as if her very being had stopped breathing with his careful words that caress her ears and soothe her rampant heart. The line she walks sways underfoot, not fighting against her star coated one as he herds her in the direction of the still form that had clearly been watching the pair. For how long Eness does not know, dipping her head when her eyes finally highlight that of Sayyida in the moonlight; how terribly embarrassing. The confusion is surely there on her face as Atair calls to his sister, the pair whispering words that Eness hadn’t the slightest clue about, but as strange as it was she can feel the grief of Atair, the inner turmoil that was tumbling out for them to see, even for a few sparse seconds. Had she done that to him?

He leaves her side, promising to continue his watch, but it takes everything in her to not turn and watch him leave. Her eyes stay on Sayyida, the pale lady a beautiful sight under Allat and her glow. She extends her own neck towards the woman, their breath mixing for a time before finally the other speaks, and Eness listens just as Atair told her too. “Sayyida,” she breathes, a soft sigh of a sound that was sure to show just how weary she felt inside, but didn’t want to ignore the kind welcome directed at her. The questions asked of her play in her mind, and she is thoughtful as the pair of mares walk side by side across the sands, a slow steady pace that keeps them within eyesight of the men watching.

“I admit, I have never heard the term before,” Eness finally says, her eyes straight ahead to the sand before them, knowing if she looked to her companion she would surely break into little pieces, “it is special to your beliefs then? I am afraid to admit my teachings were not of what you all possibly know, so my knowledge is heavily limited.”

Eness finds herself stopping, moving her gaze up to what gave her the most peace, the stars above. “How can i be worthy of anything when I know nothing, Sayyida? My darling has run from me, surely the sight of me and Atair appearing as though I have abandoned her when I have not. Your Atair, blessed by my moon for the stars upon his back, has begun to tear me in two with these newfound feelings, and i am just at a loss as to what to do,” her voice is cracking with every word, a watery gleam to her dark eyes for the tears she holds back while desperately looking to Sayyida finally, even leaning into the welcome warmth the other mare provides by being so close, so terribly comforting.