Lion Head Mesa the empty palace.

Don't be stupid. Gil all but snapped, her eyes a squint. When she noticed how the girl lagged behind and seemed to wilt against the wall, she softened a little. Her scruffy brows weren't so fraught with the irritation of old age, or whatever caused her ill moods.

She let Nazli have a moment to wallow and then hurried to snap at her haunch. It was softer than what she'd use on Kiaxe with her attitude, but, served a purpose.

When they were walking again, Gil helped to ease the girl along with an offered shoulder.

That sesh that sent you to me, Tavina. You'll show me to her workspace tomorrow, so that I may see what we're working with. The woman huffed, and somehow it sounded stern and definitive, like a period on the end of a sentence.

Wherever they've gone is not our problem right now. You are. You need rest, and food, and your medicines. Worrying fixes nothing. There's time enough for that later. As she said all of this, her tone did shift to something kind, though it was rough as well.