Lion Head Mesa i keep digging myself down deeper

But it was not okay.
The dread, the shock, the anguish is painted all over the sunken lilac face of Nazli's. Zaahira herself cannot place what she is feeling — regret for having unleashed so much upon her at once? Pity for a way of life and a friend now lost? Sympathy for a shared struggle?
Everything and nothing all at once.
You should get some sleep, she is gentle with her words, now. I can help you to your quarters, and bring you more water if you would like? I am not a sesh, so there is little I can do. But by no means am I above helping where I can.
Silence befalls her.