Lion Head Mesa something in the way

A wistfulness falls upon her stoic features, softness to her brows as the stars are connected with fiery eyes. She is a good woman. I feel I do not deserve her. Because, truly, she didn't. A feral commoner, a woman who hails from a saltwater shoreline and once belonged to a traitor. One who still learns to speak. Perhaps there is guilt there, for having served Khaba at all, and this was her way of amending it.
A deep breath, long and painful and all-encompassing of her lungs. First, her shoulders move as she adjusts herself. Tuna showed me where Raven is buried. Told me that you and she were the ones who did it. I wanted to thank you. Sincerely. You do not know how much that means. I think it was very honorable of you both. Selena, she was sure, would be thankful, too.
And second, now came the hard part. Now, her knuckles clench, nails digging into the earthen floor. There is a woman who was ordered by Khaba to attack Raven, which resulted in her death. I do not know where she is. And I am wondering if you think it is wise to try her.