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by now it was clear that nazli was indeed heavy with child; she could barely walk with how swollen her belly had become! the priestess felt simultaneously as hideous and fat as a pig, and as beautiful and ripe as a fruit. she tried to do her rounds within the temple even in her condition; and sometimes there were fellahin to keep her company, but more often she was alone. her most frequent visitor was tavina, who would insist she get off of her feet, or have an extra meal, or drink some tea that she'd brought along.

today, nazli tended to one of the altars. there were dried flowers that needed to be cleared away. incense needed replacing. as she finished with these things, nazli sought a stack of reeds bound by a strip of leathered hide, and began to sweep away some of the dust and detritus upon the floor. it was hard work when she was her usual self — and took an incredibly long time now, as her belly appeared to drag in places from time to time, and cleaned more than the broom.