Lion Head Mesa sometimes (dead is better)

@Melody

Her walks were infrequent. She tired so easily that the fellahin were always on-watch for her, and would sweep her back to her quarters at the first sign of trouble.

Today she had barely made it off of her bed before her legs gave way, and when her eyes opened once more she was tucked neatly upon a plinth of stone, wrapped in furs, as if nothing had happened.

Her head was pounding; there was food on another ledge, neatly tucked and ready for her. An indulgent fermented berry sat hidden beside some of her medicines, no doubt a secret gift, but she held no interest in it.

Someone flit by the door — and Nazli lifted her head, curious.