Lion Head Mesa sometimes (dead is better)

Melody stiffened. Nazli; Fellahin. It made sense, she supposed, though she still didn't quite understand why coyotes were servants here. If they were to exist among wolves, why not as equals? Her skin crawled as she considered it, and the Hemet found herself drawing up and away from Nazli.

I should let you rest, She mumbled her excuse over her shoulder as she fled. She felt sick, and she wasn't sure why. All she knew was that she wanted far away from this room and this strange girl, this servant girl who was doted on by a prince. Melody was suddenly not quite so jealous. Instead there was a deep sadness settling at the bottom of her stomach, and she didn't know what to do with that either.