Lion Head Mesa bellows

whether she wanted for sleep or not, sleep could come.

although nazli heard what was said, she also didn't. she was already convinced that her own malaise had somehow become a deep affliction of the pharaoh, and that somehow she was culpable. a part of her knew this to be impossible - she had only ever done what was asked of her, what was expected, what was desired. she felt blessed to have had the time with ramesses that she did!

the bed soft and inviting, and with a great comfort brought to nazli by the presence of both the women. when she'd drifted off to dreaming, her mind would conjure a wide blue sky, unblemished.