Lion Head Mesa (ap) talking to a plant in the corner

Sabah gave a humorless huff of a laugh, eyes falling to her ghostly pale paws.

I hesitate to answer such a question. And hesitate she did, for a long moment, before sighing.

Truly, I do not know. Perhaps it is simply a familiarity with the situation. Knowing one foot out of place is one step closer to death or exile.. She went quiet.

The woman who brought me here…she pitched it to me, and I thought i was to be like her. Like them. She nodded to one of the Fellahin.