Lion Head Mesa kusuri 薬

satsu remained close against the shadows of his bedchamber. ramesses was free, then, to turn his attention to crowfeather in completion.
he turned his head to and fro. "nyra was sure to mar my face. i do not intend for these cuts to scar."
a pause. ramesses lay upon his bed and allowed crowfeather to begin his work. nearby, satsu had silently set the herbs and skins and other physician's debris for the boy's use.
"the queen of akashingo favours you, crowfeather." ramesses settled more deeply into his furs. 
reclining upon his back, pharaoh lifted a paw into the air, then dropped it back toward his chest. "where is your companion? it did not escape my notice that he slept long into the morning."
ramesses was determined to have himself known in all ways.