Lion Head Mesa just take it easy on yourself

aw but maybe @Rashepses ?

how to repay someone who saved your life?

it's a question that racharra asks herself as her furs are laid out to her by fellahin. the addax was already a gift, and one from Pharoah, so it absolutely must not go.
her savior wasn't the fanciful type — an elk skin would do, but what value is there in a gift that was common? she doubted it would be worn though. perhaps it would be smarter to pick the most comfortable bed.

yet no pelt caught her eye. 
even if she gave him all of her furs and coats and gems now and in the future would it ever repay what he'd done for her: he'd saved her life! aided her back to her feet! he is the only reason she could stand in these palace 

how can she repay judah?
how can she repay toula?

“Pharaoh has been grieving your disappearing act, Nebet,” came the rough thrum of Semer-wati’s voice.

Bold was this coddled girl to return her face to the palace after giving not so much as a single word of warning to her escorts nor message to the palace. Her unexplained absence had sent Toula into grief, and the royal would brook slight to the honor of his wife.

Suspicion narrowed his sun-tint eyes as they dragged crudely across her form. There were only a handful of reasons a girl would have to sneak off. “Have you allowed yourself to be spoiled?”

torn was racharra's attention by the distinct voice of rashepses. her brows tense, itching to knit but she restrains herself. her own golden hues meet directly with his.
..i heard. i did not think she would.. i've already apologized to her. with the flick of a wrist she dismisses the fellahin, her plans disturbed by the consort's presence alone.

of course not. she all but scoffs at the accusation. i left for the moontribes to begin arrangements for suitors. perhaps i was too haste, too brash, but i didn't falter from my duties.
but i did not let a man touch me; i have not been spoiled. though now she reconsiders it.