When Anck-su-namun had regained control of herself, she lifted her head. Imhotep put a hand on the side of her face and wiped away her tears with his thumb.
"It's alright." He cooed.
She put her hand on his arm and shook her head.
"No." She sniffed. "I hate him. He broke the mirror."
Imhotep put his forehead against hers. "I know. I'm sorry. I hate him too. " He whispered. She looked at him awestruck.
"But you're his advisor!"
"Does that mean I'm not allowed to hate him?"
"I guess... well... I don't know. Why do you hate him?"
"Because of what he does to you."
Anck-su-namun felt her eyes grow hot and her vision blurred with oncoming tears. She lowered her head so Imhotep didn't have to see her crying any more than he had already.
"It's okay." He whispered. "You can cry."
Anck-su-namun sobbed, letting out a whimpering moan. Imhotep ran his fingers down her spine, wishing he could take the pain for her. He hated to see her so spiritually broken like this; it pierced his heart like a thousand white-hot needles. It wasn't like her. What happened to her fiery personality? Her zest for life? Her optimism? All taken away. Stolen. By the same man who had unwillingly taken her innocence. The flame of hatred for Seti in Imhotep's heart burned stronger and brighter as he comforted his lover.
Finally Anck-su-namun had ceased sobbing. Her eyes were red and swollen.
"Come on, let's go wash off that blood." He said softly, helping her off the bed and putting his black robes around her naked body. She swayed a bit, but let herself be lead to the bathroom.
Anck-su-namun sat in a chair while Imhotep wetted a cloth. He approached her and began to wipe the blood off from around her mouth. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back, exhausted from Seti's "visit."
Imhotep finished cleaning her mouth and body and began to wash her hair with a bucket of water while her head was leaned back.
"Now it's my turn to doctor you." He whispered into her ear. He could've sworn he saw a smile play on those cut, but beautiful, lips.