Lion Head Mesa kenamun ☆

the hemet gives the customary bow to the nebet as thanks is given, wanting to assure her that there was nothing to worry about—but she was young, she would worry. she was pining after a feeling she was still too young to bother with; that was nazli's deepest thought on the subject.
she wished she had been spared some of the so-called love she had been granted in her life.

have a good night, nebet racharra. she murmurs to the taller figure, escorting her to the entry and smiling as she goes off down the hall.

once alone, nazli looks back to the oil-stained bedfur and takes a deep breath, tasting the incense and hoping it wasn't also the taste of failure.