#crying nooo this hurts me thinking of jebrael's fate

[primowishes]

"You've grown into a strong woman, I'm proud of you." || Jebrael to Jeht

Her father's words resonated deep within her chest, with coals that glowed hot, stoked beneath the highest praise she ever could hear. A softened smile played across Jeht's lips--light, buoyant, a bird flitting from one branch to the next.

Though she could see the weight of the past upon her father's strong shoulders, there was no one in this world that she trusted more than Jebrael. His words were few because each hung heavy with importance. Jeht knew that, because of all that he kept from her, what he did say to her was more valuable than all the Mora in the world.

Her hand curled against the coarse bandages around her abdomen. The wound would leave a scar, among the others, but thus far no man would have opportunity to leave mark on her twice.

At times, it may seem that Jeht's thoughts belonged to the clouds. Yet, in the midst of a job, not even the scratch of a scorpion's tail in the sand, nor the tiniest flutter of vulture's feathers would slip by her unawares.

"You can rely on me, father," she said, her face glowing beneath the acknowledgement of her growth.

Between the two of them, not even the riskiest jobs could overcome them. And Jeht was determined; she would work hard, meet his skill with her own. She would never be a weakness to endanger him, so that her father may never worry about covering for her at his own expense, and rather trust that they both would make it through safely.

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