Lion Head Mesa epithet

Sokha was plainly surprised. He spoke so highly of her. Why?

I wouldn't say "naturally", really... Maybe he would think she was being modest. She wasn't. It was no natural gift. She had struggled many years to learn what perfection meant. Even now she could not live up to the word.

In return? What was there even to be given in return? He was a Pharaoh, thus he had much to offer, surely. But Sokha was no individual that craved what many others did. At least, not all of it.

What more should I ask of you? She wondered aloud, head tilted sideways a bit with a bright gleam ablaze upon her gaze. You have provided me wondrous sights, kindly faces, and a place to call home. To her, there was nothing better. Call her naive, but with the crappy past she's had, nothing could add up to the contentment she'd been given in the mesa.