Lion Head Mesa Nefer

“Doctor,” she corrects, a faraway daze anchors to the looming healer, “Thank you.”

Eyelids close momentarily but it wont temper the spinning. “I remember… violet eyes. And jade ones. A beautiful goddess- Hathor.” A dry swallow.

“Akashingo,” Her smile is tense. “I’ve come to serve the Queen.”

But what a dreadfully scant impression she’s made of herself. “Gods, forgive me. You must think my manners appallingly resigned,” She laments.