Hoshor Plains razer blade eyes

It had been weeks since Nazli had seen another person; this was her own doing, as she had fled the lakeside, and Khaba, and the woman whom he was so affixed to. There had been no place for her there — but here, there was little difference! Here she struggled even more! Without her protector and without any of her usual ritual or preparedness, the girl had become something more feral, and thought less and less of herself as she survived.
When there came a voice on the wind, she thought that surely the last of her sanity had broken, and she was creating figments to occupy her lonely heart. She flashed a look over one shoulder and saw there, a shadow! He was poised as a sphinx, with the sun glaring around him in a halo; beautiful, and briefly she was awe-struck.
His question was met with a doe-eyed stare at first, as if she'd truly forgotten her tongue and become like the bestial woman of Greatwater after all - that Zharille, who never spoke but always made things known through teeth.
Blinking, drawing her tongue across her teeth to remind herself it was there after all, Nazli croaked out a meek, No, I — I don't. S-sorry.