Lion Head Mesa I Broke my Chains

Machi regarded the girl with a furrowed brow, taken aback by the sudden tension in the air, especially after having just resolved the girl's first round of aggression. Had he unwittingly touched a sensitive nerve? Or was the hostility just a side effect of her discomfort?

Indeed, she would, he responded, his tone carrying a subtle note of perplexity as he observed her, a faint wrinkle of confusion forming on his snout. I hold the Pharaoh in high esteem for her exceptional kindness and forgiving nature.

With all due respect, my Lady, Machi continued, his voice adopting a firm yet diplomatic tone, I would appreciate it if you refrained from attributing your own assumptions to my words. I have complete faith in Her Majesty's character and have given you no reason to believe otherwise.

Forgive me if my gesture with the pelts seemed presumptuous, he continued, I must have missed the training on the proper protocol for such gifts. I certainly did not mean to overstep any boundaries or cause you discomfort.

I sincerely hope you find relief from your headache, he added, offering a respectful nod. Please accept my best wishes for your well-being.

Good day, Madam, he concluded politely, turning down the dusty hallway as he pondered the most appropriate recipient for the gifts he carried.