Lion Head Mesa forty-first

What?

A blink.

Makono...?

Senmut? A prince?

Another blink, and confusion! Pain, surprise, worry, awe; exhaustion. Weakness. She trembled and tried to speak, but all that came from Nazli was a low, mournful sound.

Had Makono gone to find her? No, surely not. No pharaoh would do such a thing; what foolish romance flavored that thought! Nazli was dizzy, and her heart felt as if it had plummeted through the floor.

She -- She must, return. Her voice croaked, and she coughed to clear the rough edge of it, overtaken by an abundance of emotion. No, she could not look at Senmut now.

Nazli wavered, trembling beside him. There is quiet for a while; she composes herself over time and only because her energy is too sapped to emote at great length.