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She was already orienting the rest of the bird as he spoke, a servant's habit to keep busy at all times, as well as to keep from looking at him.

This was the boy who wouldn't look upon the princess but Nazli could feel him staring now, and was thankful the corridor was not well-lit here.

Of course. I must attend to these first, but... A sweeping motion to the bird as well as the lizard off to one side, briefly, as she collects them. I will be only a moment!

She gathers her kills and with a quick dip of her head, pardons herself from his company. As she hurries around the corner she leaves a flurry of feather-puffs in her wake which dance like motes of dust; she is not so far that he wouldn't hear her organizing in the store-room.

After a handful of minutes, she reappears a touch disheveled but empty-handed and alert, with a thin smile for him. Um, lead the way, sir.