Lion Head Mesa sarcophagi

The last lesson Nazli would take from Tavina came in the form of a regrettable sentence.

Everything you know is something you can use.
If that were true you would have told me first. Instead I had to hear it from my -- from Jawahir, to be confirmed by Senmut, all while the other fellahin look upon how hard I work and know the truth already. She couldn't keep her voice level. Sometimes it fluctuated up with anxious high-points, or down and full of gravel.

The look on her face became something else entirely, then. Distraught, emotionally drained, cold — all these things, but with something closing off within Nazli as she drew back to the dark, where she felt a touch more comfortable rather than the vexing sense of being on display.

I was a child but you made a mother's choice, which you are not, Tavina.