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He did not laugh at her or otherwise take notice of how flustered she'd gotten, from what she could tell anyway, and in fact looked elated by her words. How fortunate it was, yes! How good, that they should know one-another and find kinship like this; Nazli had few she could call true friends, and finally was seeing Senmut as someone she could trust as much as the Crown Prince. She was allowing herself this — for as long as she could.
There came a slim body moving deftly towards them. Nazli did not see them, but the sound of feet upon stone caused her ears to turn; before she could say what was on her mind, the peace she'd found with Senmut was broken by the appearance of another fellahin.
They said something to the effect of, he calls for you now, by name.
Nazli believed they spoke to Senmut at first, and was glad to have someone else take the attention off of herself, and her burning, and her feelings — but as she noticed after, the fellahin spoke to her!
Come, girl! We must have you prepared— And then before Nazli could do much but look at Senmut, she was being urged away! She realized then what was happening, and who it was she was going to meet — and briefly, she felt an intimate sort of fear that played across her face, before it was buried deep.
There was no time for more than an apologetic glance, a bow, and a hurried gait away.