Lion Head Mesa [mp] I'm going neon in the night-time

Not long after helping Eset, Melody began to feel a little ill herself. She wasn't sure what to make of it, but as the sense of unwellness grew heavier over her, she started to panic. Tavina wasn't available, and she hardly wanted to be the one responsible for getting Toula sick. Rather than risk it, she decided to isolate herself.

Things rapidly worsened from there. Her throat hurt — just a small nagging pain at first, but the next day Melody woke and found it unbearable. She nearly cried at the effort of swallowing a bit of water. The priestess returned to her bed. If Tavina was well, she might have gone to her instead, remembering Senmut's cold disapproval. But she was not, and so Melody determined that she would remain in her room until her illness had passed.

This lady was crying and alone? The very thought tugged at Miho's newly developed sense of empathy, and so she detoured from her hunting practice. It wasn't like the mesa was in a shortage of rummaging desert mice. She found the pitiful sight, balled up in her room looking wan and sickly.

There was enough sense in the child to not enter this woman's space, but she couldn't help but thrust her nose into the quarters for a better sniff. It smelled awful. "Not okay?" She whined, growing accustomed to having an extended family that was present and not torn apart by war. She enjoyed belonging.