Lion Head Mesa sometimes (dead is better)

Nazli's eyes were burning. She squinted at the archway to her room and saw — a person? It wasn't one of her usual visitors. The girl tried to quell the ache in her head long enough to drum up a name, but she struggled, failed, and felt an intense guilt for being unable to recognize them. Had she been more cognizant in her condition she'd have understood they'd never met before.
Ha, hi. She wheezed in return, feeling as though her throat was full of dust.
Had she come to check on her? She didn't bring medicines; plus, there were already some available. Nazli took a breath to steady herself and took note of — Senmut's scent? Oh. Maybe this wasn't one of Tavina's students after all.
She tried to smile, though the look was a bit more eerie given how large her eyes appeared upon her exceptionally sunken face. A small motion invited the stranger in.