Lion Head Mesa the empty palace.

The woman's words stung more than any poultice, and while Nazli was accustomed to it by now, she was particularly vulnerable in the moment. She flinched and felt immeasurably worse with the insult cast upon her. The more they walked and the more Gilthyra spoke, the more Nazli had to agree.

She was quiet as she was ushered up the hallway. Her head bobbed in a tired nod at the request to see Tavina's room, and mentally Nazli mapped the halls to where she knew it sat—likely as empty as the rest of this place, which hurt her heart—but by the time she thought to say anything, they were back at the room.

Kiaxe was there, having arranged everything and taken to guarding the door; not the most curious of creatures, she had not thought to adventure in the hallways. She looked a little green around the gills, so to speak, and was mumbling something like a prayer against evil as they passed in to the room.

Nazli would sleep, eventually. Perhaps in the morning her home would be bustling with activity again? She could only hope.