Lion Head Mesa God knows I could make amends.

their war, a triumph! the children safe, what blood was shed was precious little (if any at all!). the report provided her much joy, though she was so greatly saddened to hear that the lavender girl had not been brought home, here, where she belonged. 
she prayed for her as she prayed for Pharaoh. the words were memorized now, a mantra. and as she whispered them against Khonsu’s altar, the wind stirred and Toula thought she could smell her.
what came next was the vision of her! but she was a wraith, unfamiliar to her this way, and Toula froze. her looks, at least, did not betray her revulsion for the sickly state of the fellahin. 
relief came next, and quickly. so too did her wits with this feeling. she gathered the mazoi with her. bring her to @Tavina at once—be gentle with her, she commanded, voice soft despite the firm order.