Eness bites her tongue, truly giving herself a moment to reflect on this moment and the sudden recent events leading up to it all. Was she really so stupid and deafened to the feelings of those around her?

It breaks her inside to see the pain Sakhmet kept bottle up so well, slowly trickling out, the woman before her a shaking mess rather than the stoic faced warrior Eness had grown up with, and it was because of her. She had let herself fall too easily and too quickly then, never once expecting such a reaction from Sakhmet. Maybe Atair was right, unknowingly they had lost a major part of themselves., and Eness was struggling to piece it back together again “I will not let this go,” still, the black mare is determined despite her own shaking body that fears for further rejection from her dear one, “say what you will, but there is a part of me that Atair will never have as long as i have you. He may call to my soul, but you Sakhmet, hold my heart.”

Gentle steps are taken, bringing Eness closer when watching the tears squeeze past the proud ones defenses, darkening her skin under their dampness. She dares to reach upwards to such a defiant front Sakhet exhibits, to lightly brush those tears away with the velvet touch of her nose. “You say I have not lost, yet i have Sakhmet,” Eness withdraws her touch, stepping back and out of reach to save herself from being brushed aside again.

“I lost you. I lost the woman I saved from my father's crushing blow, the woman I played with and comforted after losing her dam. My everything and my all,” her throat was tight, the words she spoke rough and whispered, shaking her head as if she couldn’t believe everything had come to this, yet no matter how much Eness pleaded she knew deep down Sakhmet would not budge.

“I leave my heart with you, take careful care over it until you return to me then,” she dips her head low, almost bowing to the blood marked beauty before moving to slip past her, back the way she’d come to where the others were surely rising now; only instead of Sakhmet who’d she promised to return with she was only bringing back the saltiness of tears that left wet streaks down her face and a chest void of the thing she held dear.