Lion Head Mesa i might be just like you.

No sooner had the hen hit the dirt, was there a face at the door.
Nazli ignored it until she heard the voice, as it was not the voice of a fellahin or of the healer; it was someone she had not expected, and even in her current state she could see the wrongness of that.
Toula came, and with her a servant tidied the mess. Nazli felt that rage she'd thrust upon the hen turn inward, and her stomach soured to any thought of food. It was the way the amiirad acted as servant that really turned her stomach!
I should be asking you that. Her voice broke as she murmured this, and she sucked in a breath that would've become a gale if she had not caught it; her eyes stung as if they carried tears, and the words themselves choked her.