Lion Head Mesa blood & bone

he eats, she does her best to not watch and allow her eyes to linger on his form.

when he appears to be done, she is quick to take the tray and set it aside near the pail. had it been an ordinary occurrence with the others, Tuna would have just excused herself to clean up and leave the man to his day. instead, the mention of the favoritism toula harbors for tuna causes a bat-like ear to stretch towards khusobek.

ignorant as she may be to many things under the umbrella of romance, tuna at least has some sense of knowing a compliment when she hears one. ears splaying out with a sheepish smile, the fellahin comes offer a polite dip of the head as a thanks. "ah just do mah best fer her." had she no fur, a blush would burn brightly on her cheeks.

to live well is to try hard and to take pride in one's work. for tuna, this is every day that she wakes in the palace walls. "our warriors deserve good care, just'as much as our queen," a small tilt of the head, "ah heard yew marched on'tha back of khaba wit' bravery at'tha lake. brings us all types'a joy to have 'im under control." it is polite to offer something back, is it not?