Greatwater Lake But my knees are bruised, from kneelin' to you

Khaba gave her information that surprised her, and she sucked in a gasp! The jodai a father? Perhaps it was not unheard of for a mazoi, but one of such respect within Akashingo — but they were not Akashingo anymore, she had to tell herself.
Again came that deep flooding grief, that weight.
I understand, she answered softly.
I will keep out of her way, then. And when I am able, I will do everything to make her like me. She could hunt! The warriors of Mereo had taught her that much; she would find a way to appease this wild woman and keep herself safe, and keep the peace intact.
We will see how long that lasts.