Lion Head Mesa shadows sway to light up my life

Nazli was fixated on the flowers as Tavina laid them out, as a spark of recognition to an earlier interest returned to her. She had forgotten about her old interest in the bees of the meadow and their cultivation, but the flowers were pretty little things, and reminded her of something close to that.
I'm not sure, she admitted, sniffing over one of the nearer pansies.
I suppose it all depends on how much... energy, I have, when I'm better.

A small sigh. What do you need help with the most? That's what Nazli had always been good at; filling the gap, doing as she was told. Going off on her own for that seemingly endless stint had only winnowed her down and broken her spirit - she wasn't likely to make any choices for herself for a long while. Not when they ended in disaster.