Lion Head Mesa 治す futsukayoi

"last night you went late to dine with pharaoh. do you remember?" tamar asked softly. she brought her golden body around to block the sparse light of the morning, her muzzle still wet from the skin.

she expected fully to be shoved away, but sought to anoint the queen's shoulders and forehead around the outstretched limb. the cool touch might be more grounding. "shall i call for the physician?"