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

senmut's eyes grew to the cool of a twilit pool. "you will learn nothing while you are ill. go and rest," and this time his tone did demand recognition.

"i will send a fellahin with your meal, melody."

dismissal; senmut watched for her expressive eyes, wondering if one day she too would learn to mask this — or if he at all wished that.