Lion Head Mesa [mp] Tickled

oh, no! Toula gasped at the feeling upon her chest and closed her eyes tightly for a beat. though she was repulsed, it was not by Eset and only of the feeling of it—and, she supposed, the idea as well! it is nothing a bath will not remove, she said, as much for herself as it was for the fellahin. 
another nearby did not wait to use their own wrist to remove it from her, even though she did not ask. how they anticipated her every need, she did not know—but Toula would think of a way to thank them. a grateful look passed between them for now, before she looked to Melody knowingly. and then, the Queen whisked through the hallways, leading the way with a quick step. Melody was there for moral support, an important element here.
and then they were in Tavina’s quarters. Tavina, who now rested, healing her own hurts. Toula could handle this; she knew the medicines well now, well enough to handle whatever might be bothering those she ruled over.
entering the medicine woman’s room, Toula gestured to the stone plinth in the center of the room. you are sneezing—what are you feeling, otherwise? cold? hot? was there itchiness, exhaustion?