Lion Head Mesa after while, crocodile

Toula sees only the ratty furs, but not the gesture, and thinks, that will not do!. this could not be the state her fellahin lived! Toula conjured up her own ideas, and would see to them at once when she left. her people, regardless of station, would not live in squalor! 
but she still lingered in only the doorway, observing this over her shoulder. I must speak with you, but… she did not realize it might not be a time that worked well for Eset! there was guilt on her features. I thought only of myself. is it a bad time? I can return in the morning, after I pay tribute to the Gods, and Eset has rested!