Lion Head Mesa 治す futsukayoi

pharaoh had said this might happen.

aside from the nap she had shivered through in the corridor outside pharaoh's chamber, tamar once more had not slept. satsu's voice rang through her tired skull but she came at once.

tamar noted the sickness upon the other's face and drew closer to the bed. "your highness." with her she had a soaked pelt around a small amount of water; she lay it close. "please drink. it will help."