Work Text:
In those early nights after the destruction of the Tanit when it was just her and Benben again, when sleep was a fickle friend and leftover rage surged hot then cold through her veins before leaving only the burnt-out taste of desolation that grows ever more familiar with each year passing her by, Jeht finds herself humming a familiar tune.
O stars high above the wasteland...
Her mother who first deciphered the words, her father who sang the tune to calm her to sleep; they both sing to her now from beyond death, an assurance that one day—not today nor tomorrow nor for a long while—she will join them.