Lion Head Mesa 治す futsukayoi

unlike most of the population of akashingo, of the coyote beasts that pharaoh kept around and the servants that attended to her, satsu could not think of a single person that she fancied in such a way.
she thought of ramesses' face as tamar spoke pleasantly of it, finding nothing offensive about her phrasing, and certainly nothing that rankled her spirit. she considered the man to be good looking too, but it was his own knowledge of himself that put her off further consideration.
that and his willingness to share himself, to indulge.

i do not mind his wandering eye, she remarks, and this is truth. but... he speaks to me of heirs. i must wonder if he has some already, somewhere. and if they might come calling at akashingo in the future. it wasn't so strange a thought, as easy as pharaoh was when carousing with his collection.
i do not like that he... carries on, with jawahir. or with others.
her head ached in pulses now, lessening as she lay there. her eyes had opened to slivers enough to see the sandstone of tamar's cloak.
but i do not think i can change him. i do not think i have that right.