Amun was right. The two had been talking for a few hours, and daylight was soon approaching. Letha's heart did sink when Amun responded the way he did, but she understood. "Okay..." She breathed. The smooth down her shirt and skirt some, her hands unable to be idle. "Well, where should we go?" She asked him, looking around. She had only been here, after all, and had sought the shade beneath the tree they had been sitting at.
"Do you have a house here?" she wondered aloud. It was presumptuous of her to think Amun would invite her into his home, if he had one, but he had already been so kind to her. And now that she knew Amun could take her to meet the Voice, she was determined to do so. If the goddess had answers, Letha wanted to ask the questions.
L e t h a
Where will I find peace other than in oblivion?
