Lion Head Mesa Shinzō-byō

she did not know what to say to him.

he had been split apart with his accident; with his maiming. pieces of things was all that he had. would it be worth it for satsu to fill in any blanks?

her mind buzzed. his question brought a warmth to her face before she could contain herself, control her reaction. a sigh comes next.

we... what could she say?
there was war on the horizon, crowfeather. a plan in place. you asked for my help.

he had wanted herbs to hide scent, and a spy; or so he had told her. his lies had brought him here. lies would not remedy the tension between them now, she feared.

do you recall the plan before the war? maybe these little questions would urge something in his mind to click together again. the queen looked weathered with worry now.