Lion Head Mesa Nefer

There are not smiles like her’s in Shuyet. Hardship makes enemies of neighbors. Infighting and meager rations keep them weak.

But she has made it out. She has come to Akashingo, where affection is given to even the lowly servant. And in awe of this realization she will hold tight the medic’s comforting eyes, will begin to associate her with the perfume of thistle and a curt, yet amicable manner.

“When those days have passed, I wish to help you, Doctor,” she expresses, then with a more intimate use of her given name, “Tavina.”

“Allow me to refill your stores, it is the least I can do, for all your work.” For all her kindness.