Lion Head Mesa The lover I am; it befits me to burn

When she was not treating me, she was with the queen. That was not a lie either. Jawahir's voice was level, they knew not to let their prejudice enter their voice now. Ever the eager servant.

Is that all? Jawahir was finished their work on the pools and was beginning to feel trapped there, sequestered in private alongside Germanicus.

A smile slips across their face. Is there any task I can complete for you so that your stay here is comfortable? This man was unlikely to succumb to distraction but Jawahir would make the offer.