Lion Head Mesa For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

When the high priest's back was turned, Senmut swept her aside.

She had asked a question and been met with denial. Without more work to do Nazli's mind would only wander further, and she couldn't have that. She had to stay busy and keep up appearances of a good servant - but not too good, countered some part of her mind. She was at war with herself.

Senmut took notice of her dishevelment. Perhaps as a spiritual man he could see something wrong with her? Good, she found herself thinking; maybe he sees what he doesn't like. Maybe this is what I should aim for.

Are you all right?

Nazli feels pressure in her chest. She cannot look at him, but that is alright, that is normal for a fellahin. I... I need, please, I need something to do. A job. Something. If there is nothing then she'd only go back to her alcove and she couldn't fathom that right now. Her voice is quiet and almost pleading, and still her eyes are averted as she says: Senmut, please.