Lion Head Mesa sarcophagi

Exhausted, yet bashful. She could not think clearly in her state. Some part of Nazli knew she was betraying various trusts by sharing these things, and she hated herself for doing it, but she needed guidance. Tavina was only trying to help her, she reasoned to herself; the justification was meek.

Her stomach churned when the pharaoh was mentioned; she felt how dry her mouth was, in that moment. Dizzy, almost, and leaned against the wall for a touch of stability that didn't really help her.

He... no, he, she sucks in a breath and the taste of the musty catacomb air does ground her a bit. Nazli becomes a touch defensive again of Senmut, wishing only that she hadn't spoken of this at all, now. He said nothing like that. It was something about marriage, and making me more than a fellahin. I was so mad at him I wasn't listening.

The guilt came then, rushing in like it was the river and she was the wellspring being fed, and flooded.