Lion Head Mesa If I catch fire then I'll change my aim

Getting better. What did that mean, here? Did it mean she was no longer pregnant? Medusa had no idea what the hell that even might look like. How many times had she encounter someone pregnant? After a quiet sniff, Medusa said, you smell like you have always smelled, and then, after a beat, I think you are just acting like it. To get attention. To do less work, 

She didn't know why she said the things that she did. She supposed she was acting, too. She wanted something else from Nazli, more than what she was simply willing to give. A reaction, maybe? Medusa did not know. She would poke and prod, though, because she was furious at the world.

For herself. Maybe even a little for Nazli too. Did Nazli want this for herself? Did Nazli also not know what the hell she wanted? Medusa felt as though Nazli had always been very... self-assured. Knew her place better than thee rest of them. Better than her own damned self. 

And because you hate the new Pharaoh, she added the last bit in the quietest of whispers. But now she watched Nazli as Senmut had watched her that terrible day.