Meadowlark Prairie Skugge

Yes, there is food along with the other provisions offered. Berserkir might have given it serious consideration, if not for the sentence that follows: “…a place to be bathed by our servants.” These words cause her to blink, nonplussed, head rearing back.

Her lilac eyes follow the woman’s movements as she gestures at the distant mesa, though her gaze is a little hazy with consternation and what might be mild disgust. She doesn’t know this word, “pharaoh,” but she holds up a paw as if to ask the doctor to stop speaking.

Veldig merkelig, she mutters under her breath, then says more loudly, voice gruff, No. No thank you.