Greatwater Lake now shut your pretty mouth

His answer was colder than he expected.

It was a difficult thing to accept for Nazli. She had always had a purpose within Akashingo. Finding something of her own design seemed somehow less important, or less... possible. Lesser, regardless, and in some way she could not fully fathom.

I... I could do many things. Akashingo had prepared her for a multitude of duties but the large woman seemed possessive of her lakefront, so it would not work as a bathing place; she did not recognize many of the herbs and plants that grew here, so making a garden - or, gods be gracious, finding a hive to cultivate some strong drink - seemed out of her realm of ability. (Not to mention, imagining the surly woman with any inebriation sounded dangerous).

In the end, Nazli's thoughts remained within her head. She floundered trying to find something to say, and looked to be struggling. What do you want me to do?