Even with half of the palace's wolves and nearly all resources gone, it felt as though the mesa was bustling and bursting at the seams. Inji spent her days with her sisters, friendships between the fellahin that blossomed in the confines of the passages — meals over wine, quiet girlish discussion between tasks. It was primarily just the four of them here, the Queen and her servants; and Inji would have been okay with it if it were like this forever.
Midnight chill nips at her shoulders as she sits vigilant along the swath of drybrush. Sleep had not come to her this night, and so she crept from the bedchambers and out in search of fresh air. Thoughts bounced wildly inside her head in a way that brought her heart to a fervent thrum and her mouth frothing with saliva. Terrified for what the future held would be an understatement, even as she held Eset's comforts close!
And she'd been so wrapped up in it all that she hadn't quite noticed the little visitor at the palace's doorstep.

A voice startles her and instantly removes her from the winding maze of her mind. Something squeaky, high-pitched; a voice she most certainly did not recognize.
Blinking once, twice, she scans her surroundings at eye level before blinking once again and then looking toward her feet. And she sees it then, this small child with pearls of blood dribbling down her chin and staring up at her as if she hadn't a care in the world.
Um, scooting back in surprise before tilting her head down at the little gremlin, her tongue pokes from her lips. Oh, dear, she knew so little about medicine. Why were the sesh unavailable when you needed them? I-I could find you some?
She squirrels up to her feet, tail then pressing to her heel as she nervously skulks to the side of the little one, a subtle check for any further ailments. Who are you? Do you know where you are?

Inji found herself at a loss of what to do with this child. Clearly, she did not belong here, and there was not an obvious protocol within the palace for what to do when a child appears out of seemingly thin air. Especially not when the mazoi are nowhere nearby, not anymore.
My name is Jendayi, but you can call me Inji, she entertains with a tiny smile that began to creep up her face. I'm a fellahin, and you're in Akashingo. Muat-riya Isetnofret Toula is our Queen, and oh, what would she think of this? Her tail swings upward into a slow, tentative wag. c'mon, here, I'll find you... um, something for your nose.
She resolves to gently usher the child in the opposite direction of the mesa, out towards the great Serpent; there, maybe, they could find something. She is careful with her footing as she leads. Where are you from, Frolic? How'd you find this place?

And it was now that Inji had begun to realize: she had not a single goddamn clue what she was meant to be searching for. She snuffles rather aimlessly at the ground, tail anxiously flailing behind her. She knew absolutely nothing about how to find spiderwebs, or... much of anything else. Gods, she should usher this poor helpless rascal into the palace— no, no, that was a horrible idea. Toula would be cross, maybe, and she could not imagine the sesh would enjoy returning to find a shortage in their supplies.
You ran away? her eyes briefly flicker over to the girl named Frolic from... Breek-el-ee-ant. At that, eyes bugged wide, eyebrows lifted. That's awfully brave of you, isn't it?
And she supposed it was. But then she thought about herself at this girl's age, and whether or not her parents would have cared. In fact, they may not have ever noticed. She brushes away the thought of such as she shoves her nose in a swath of sagebrush. No spiderwebs.
And then, a low hanging branch of a tree is investigated; no spiderwebs!
Her saving grace happened to be the space between two mesquites. Uh, I think the sun should be up in a few-- and she had not gotten to finish that sentence before she had begun to frantically blink and blow pearls of spit from her mouth.
There were the spiderwebs.

Yeah, yep, all good, she sputters, reaching to collect what remained of the cobwebs with a paw. that spider isn't, though. I think I just destroyed his home.
She looks down to little Frolic. What in Ra's name was she supposed to do now? Uh, her ears split down into a splay. c'mere, lemme try something.
Awkwardly, she reaches for the chubby little face and attempts to gingerly shove a gob of sticky web up her tiny nostril. Her eyebrows furrow in concentration. Is this helping? I-I don't really, um, know anything about healing.

Does it, um, hurt at all? Inji asks, lips scrunching. Maybe I could find you something for pain.
She takes a few disjointed steps backward. The wad of cobweb is hanging very messily from her nostril, and admittedly, it looks a bit like snot. She hopes whatever spider lived there does not climb up into this poor child's brain.
You didn't, like, lose a tooth or anything, did you? Or hurt your head somehow?

Apparently, her job here was done. Okay, good, her lips crease into a gentle smile, one of relief and a wash of pride. Look at that, she did something to help someone! Although the tooth trees comment made her think there might be some brain damage after all.
She follows Frolic's eyes toward the horizon, the first soft hue of Ra's light peeking from between the mesquites. You really should if you don't wanna get found out, she turns again to the child, an impish glimmer to her eyes. I promise I won't tell anyone.
She, too, then stalks in direction of her mesa before her head swivels to look back; Frolic now disappearing into a cloud of harsh sand. Be safe, Frolic!