Lion Head Mesa gnashing teeth and criminal tongues

Forward-dated a couple ~ambiguous~ days.

She could stand now, and walk a little bit with help.

Her wits came back to her sometimes, and she recognized the room she inhabited or the faces of the fellahin as they passed by the door; sometimes though, Nazli failed at that.

Being around Tavina, or Senmut, brought out the best of her. There was yet to be a moment she did not know them at first glance; but sometimes, mid-conversation or during moments she was given medicines, a sleepy look would overtake her features. None would comment about it while she was awake, that she noticed.

Nazli nibbled at a fresh meal now, ignorant to those around her. While her haunches quaked, she was able to keep more food down now than before. Her hips and shoulders were scalloped by the winnowing of her body, and the arc of her knobby spine remained prevalent.