Lion Head Mesa (ap) sympathy butters no parsnips

the woman is usually a strong diplomat, yet for that moment jawahir thinks they see ruenna falter. a dark glint in those eyes; but it could have been the shadows of the hallway, the bustling of bodies moving around them.

i am jawahir, they answer with a smile, then a small dip of their sharp face. the jewel of akashingo, now. is there anything i can find for you in the moment? perhaps a quiet space to take a breath? this woman had asked for help with an old injury before, so perhaps that was acting up.

although ruenna's breath was lightly sweetened by the berry, which could have dulled some pain.