Not one of them understood English. Ammit came closer, watching her with the same laser-focused intent of a wolf.
One of the slaves dared to come closer to her when Eva's voice cracked, eyes on her tears. It was one of the worshipers who had helped carry in the cistern days ago. Tentatively, eyes darting to the Jaffa around them, she reached out and touched Eva's face. Her skin was rough, calloused everywhere, but the touch itself was feather light. Her eyes kept going back to the guards.
The Jaffa allowed this one human comfort. She touched Eva's tears next, fingers brushing through the tracks. Wiped them away, and saying something in Goa'uld, cupped her cheek. Foreign words, but they sounded completely different coming from her mouth. Comforting. Deep, but strong. Encouragement, it would be okay, she was lucky, she was blessed.
Several of the slaves came closer to Eva. They crowded her. The press of bodies was not quite claustrophobic, but comfortable still, but hovered close to getting too much. Several of them touched her hair, her shoulders, soft pats here and there, which the Jaffa behind allowed as well.
The first woman had gotten very close in the press of bodies. It was at that moment that a knife, made of an animal's fang, materialized in first woman's hand. Her mouth twisted, and the blade flashed towards Eva.
Re: EVA
One of the slaves dared to come closer to her when Eva's voice cracked, eyes on her tears. It was one of the worshipers who had helped carry in the cistern days ago. Tentatively, eyes darting to the Jaffa around them, she reached out and touched Eva's face. Her skin was rough, calloused everywhere, but the touch itself was feather light. Her eyes kept going back to the guards.
The Jaffa allowed this one human comfort. She touched Eva's tears next, fingers brushing through the tracks. Wiped them away, and saying something in Goa'uld, cupped her cheek. Foreign words, but they sounded completely different coming from her mouth. Comforting. Deep, but strong. Encouragement, it would be okay, she was lucky, she was blessed.
Several of the slaves came closer to Eva. They crowded her. The press of bodies was not quite claustrophobic, but comfortable still, but hovered close to getting too much. Several of them touched her hair, her shoulders, soft pats here and there, which the Jaffa behind allowed as well.
The first woman had gotten very close in the press of bodies. It was at that moment that a knife, made of an animal's fang, materialized in first woman's hand. Her mouth twisted, and the blade flashed towards Eva.