Lion Head Mesa meat & wine

of course you have, Toula corrected him, in fact, you do this very day. you keep me protected on these errands I wish to complete, her voice was soft, though firm. did he not see this? or, perhaps... do none of these things please you? she wondered, gemstone eyes now turning to the items set out before them.
it could be so; he was a warrior, after all. but warriors deserved a decent, warm place to sleep... and lovely things to look upon, as well! still, another idea came to her. I am sorry, if this is so. you do not need to pick any one of these things, Toula told him. someone would love them, even if it was not him.
one of the fellahin stood before goosefeathers, hesitant to touch them. Toula, seeing this, said simply, it is yours. gather them, and bring them to your resting place. they are lovely to sleep upon, as they knew! had they not earned this through their hard work? gratitude lingered in her gaze as she looked to the Mazoi.
if none of this is truly to your liking, I am ready to depart when you are, she gave him a moment to determine if he would look at these items after all. none to be discarded here, only to be collected and loved by another.