Lion Head Mesa i keep digging myself down deeper

Oh, the sickening twist of her gut when her stare is met with eyes of ink. Fragile, she is now, pale, gravely sick; she wonders, hopes, that a Sesh has tended to her. Yes, of course, she responds as if she's been given a command, and is quick — frantic — to search for it within her quarters. She feels an odd sense of discomfort, being within her sleeping chamber; such a private place. Even when she sought fellahin to accompany her, she did not dare. But she fetches the bowl and hurriedly places it before her.
She saw no indication that Nazli remembered her. Which, as she thought of it, made sense, and may be for the better. But she cannot help but wonder if she knows of Khaba's fate, his current arrangement; where the rest of Greatwater resides now.
She sits beside her in silence, the concern heavy in her woven brows and tight-lipped frown. Why are you here, she wanted to ask, but that felt wrong, so instead, she lands on asking: When did you come to Akashingo?