Lion Head Mesa Everything is lit but my lightning-bolt brain

He hated her. There was no way he didn't hate her. Melody went over this again and again in her mind as she followed Senmut, shrinking further into herself with each passing moment. The women who led, they made her feel quite special — but this man? Melody felt she would receive more acknowledgement as a speck of dirt on his nail than under these circumstances.

So his encouraging look was met with one of shame, and she avoided Tavina's eyes as if her life depended on it. Honey and citrus wasn't so bad, really. She coughed slightly after drinking it, but immediately her throat felt a bit better. Thank you, Melody mumbled, eyes on Tavina but drifting to Senmut as well when she spoke.