Lion Head Mesa 武士 Yūyake

you were a gift to me.
satsu's face raised from where she'd placed it upon the furs, to rest upon tamar. her eyes were glassy and far-away.

he gave you to me, untouched. that, a gift. she sniffed. pharaoh was everywhere.

she blinks, but there is no clarity to her vision. the room swims. turning now so that she looks up at tamar, seeing her jaw, her regal neck, and watching her as one might look upon an expensive settee.

when he returns, i should give you to him. she doesn't know what she's saying, truly. then, then maybe sniffing again, you can teach me.. what he likes.

she felt wrong to even say it.
even as soon as she did, she shook her head, turned, and burrowed in to tamar once more.

no, no, i can't make you do that. i can't do anything.
what if he did not come back?