Lion Head Mesa khepresh

with the bulk of akashingo's defenses restored and an additional fellahin to aid around the palace, satsu felt a measure of ease return to the mesa. following ramesses to the wellspring seemed an easy thing now, with her mind less engaged with thoughts of crowfeather or the threat of the saints.
hearing that nyra was gravely injured gave her immense pleasure, without any taste of guilt to spoil it. the woman had gotten what she deserved.

her own people turned on her? satsu feigned surprise; she wondered who it was, but only knew the saints to be antagonistic and blood-hungry, so it could have been anyone.
if the gods see fit, nyra will die of her wounds...
satsu sank deeper in to the wellspring's cool water, feeling accomplished with the resolution of this moment.

i never would have thought that we would seek to avoid war in the beginning, only to be subjected to it. but what did she know of this war, in the comfort of the palace?