Lion Head Mesa ashes

There was a sound above her head, and she saw a flicker of movement as a shadow loomed over her. Then there was the pressure upon her scruff - a familiar sensation she hadn't felt since her first few months of life - and in the next instant, Nazli was free of the snow and righted on her feet.

Snow clung to the fine, short fur of her shoulders, and salted along her spine. Some remained on top of her head and she gave it a shake, smiling unabashedly a moment towards Khaba; her eyes full of thanks before she could put her thoughts to words.

Nazli felt very silly.
Th-thank you, um, there it was, the flood of embarrassment! She was never like this, never given leave to be playful or silly, and was certainly wasting her time when she should have been working - what if Khaba said something? He was loyal to Ramesses, he was above the fellahin!
I—um, please, don't tell... anyone?