Lion Head Mesa sarcophagi

Tavina understood her. She understood what it was like to be fellahin and to be in service in a way that Senmut did not. At once Nazli felt terrible for how she had behaved; for what was said, and how spitefully she had wielded her tongue against the woman who had always looked out for her.

She drew from the shadows again, frowning and sad yes, but seeking the comfort of Tavina. Reaching for her as a child might tug at a shirt sleeve. I'm... I'm sorry, for... but she couldn't finish her words. She closed her eyes and pressed her forehead against Tavina shyly.