Lion Head Mesa know me broken by my master

leaving semi-vague as the outcome of the war (and as such, zaahira's physical health) is still somewhat unknown, but i am going to assume that by this point she is recovering and settling into akashingo as a permanent member. this is AW, but i am looking to work on the spiritualist trade, so priests / priestesses are extra welcome! tags are for ref unless you feel so inclined to join <3

Since Queen @Toula had shown Zaahira the altar of Osiris, the aspwoman had begun to make regular trips to see Him, both with and without her. She took it upon herself to study Him, bring gifts to Him, spend time in His presence. Within His chamber, she found solace, a numbing agent for the sting of loss that seemed to permeate her every move.
It was exhausting, really. The nightmares never seemed to cease. Scarlet-spatter and the stench of it, the shale gaze of Khaba — I have betrayed no one, and I have stolen nothing. The feeling of @Akhtar and his skin beneath her claws. The anger was the force that drove her up until now, but she felt as if it had hit a wall. The war was over. Selena was still dead. Khaba was no longer her leader. There was nowhere else for the emotion to go.
It drove her to spar-training with fellow Mazoi where even if it was just a scrimmage, if she lost, it broke her all over again. To sitting silently at the arm of Toula's throne, stoic and red-eyed and mindlessly suspicious of those who met with her. To overeating and eating too little, the contents of her stomach emptied where no one would notice and the thinning of hips.
And it drove her furiously into a new religion when her old God had abandoned her.
Today, she seeks prayer; she seeks gifts for Osiris just on the edge of the meadow; a bed of penstemon that brushes her ribs, a handful of such flowers snug between her jaws. Her plan was to hand them off to a fellahin soon, or perhaps she would just do it herself. She felt she owed that much to Him.