Lion Head Mesa sins and scars you'll never recognize

Sayf hadn't heard what exactly was said, but he heard the woman's voice as he made his way to the wellspring. 

He trotted softly to her side and bowed his head respectfully. She was the leader of the mazoi. The fellahin served her above all of her soldiers. Except one, but no one could know that. My lady, he said, head still bowed. Can I be of service to you? 

Perhaps she wanted to be bathed or fed? Maybe she needed someone to listen. Sayf could provide whatever the jodai wished. He raised his head as he waited for her answer, soft golden eyes lifting some but not meeting her gaze.