Lion Head Mesa [MP] Hidden within

Zaahira had already been at the banks when she'd spotted him.
Another day, more time passed, one-sided conversations with the Raven using words she didn't know until long after she'd already left.
The worst thing about grief, for Zaahira at least, was the never ending swirl of time, days and weeks and months as they pass. The Zaahira of today is a woman Selena would never know.
Would she be proud?
The momentary distraction is provided when she paces — more like stumbles — just beyond the grave and further to the shallow end in search of a drink. There, she sees him, locks eyes upon his slim figure; the Neb, to whom she had never spoken with. Oh, he is looking at something lodged between the rocks. I am sorry. she wasn't sure why she said that.