Lion Head Mesa In my defense, I always fall for confidence

Melody swallowed hard at the sound of his name, nodding because for a moment she did not trust herself to speak. She hated that she was so worried. It was a weakness, and no one needed that right now. But Harakhte, the man from another land, seemed willing to offer comfort. She took a few careful breaths and let her embarrassment take precedent over the anxiety.

Yes, yes, I can show you, Melody turned to lead him without thinking much about it. A distraction would help, perhaps. Why did she care, anyway? Senmut hated her. Melody was silent as she mulled this, not even considering that she made a quite boring companion.