Lion Head Mesa forty-sixth

For a few minutes Senmut had her full attention. She watched him stride in to the room, she listened to him settle, and then speak, himself trying not to interrupt her work. That was appreciated, but at the same time Nazli missed much about the hustle and bustle of Akashingo - and she rarely got visitors anymore; so, it was nice to have a friendly face around. As beloved as Tavina was, Nazli missed being more ambulatory. How she used to fly through the halls!

I am getting better, she said with a small nod, then dipped her nose towards the pile of flowers to pluck one free, and pass it to a spot just beneath Senmut's chin; a gift. It feels very odd to have fellahin obey my requests, and Nazli was careful with how she worded that. She never gave orders. They were requests only; if someone refused her, she made a point to tell them it was not a detriment, and they would not be in trouble.

She took a moment to adjust her piles again, taking a deep breath of the strong herbal notes in the air.
Are you here for something? He did not seem ill, or injured. Maybe he was here for someone instead? With all the work Senmut was needed for now, that felt like wishful thinking.