Lion Head Mesa sometimes (dead is better)

Nazli wasn't aware if her answer bothered the hemet, and wasn't bothered herself when Melody showed interest in leaving her. It had been nice to have company.
Yes, hum... she mused, brightening slightly with a tired smile. Melody, she murmured, testing the name aloud; —was good, meeting you.
In moments, the gilded woman was gone and Nazli could drift in to a near-sleep.