Lion Head Mesa I'm no good at waiting

tamar blinked softly.

"when he visits and you are asleep, he leaves food outside your door. whatever i ask him to bring, he does."

a pause. she wet her lips. crowfeather looked sullen and boyish. tamar could not help but settle somewhat closer, looking sidelong at the physician. "why do you think he does not need to return?"

the maidservant knew nothing of what had transpired that night. and again she reached for this unknown, hesitant but concerned.