Lion Head Mesa i no naka no kawazu taikai wo shirazu

"you do not wish to talk of jawahir."
ramesses ducked below the surface of the water. crowfeather's poultices peeled from his face and when he pulled himself upward from the bath, satsu might see plainly the very faint, silvered scars where nyra's teeth had caught him, only visible so close.
"your friend is more skilled. i will be preserved."
satsu was calm and pure beneath the water. ramesses looked toward her with a stinging moment of open desire. "how are you settling into the idea that you will be queen?"