Lion Head Mesa sometimes (dead is better)

Her eyes followed the girl's actions, and darkened slightly as she realized what was expected of her. She wanted help. Melody did not want to help, not at all, would sooner call for one of the Fellahin or perhaps even Senmut since he cared so much —

After a moment, Melody reached out reluctantly with one slender foreleg to nudge the food closer. She was more careful with the water. Her pride burned and nagged at her, but she ignored it, even as the girl mistook her for a noble and her ears turned hot. No - Hemet, She muttered with a slight shake of her head, wondering how she was taken for everything but a priestess. Everyone she met thought her either a noble or one of the Fellahin — and Melody wasn't sure which one was worse. She turned reticent, offering nothing more to the girl.