Lion Head Mesa taken care of

He helped her immediately. Ushering her in to the room again, where she sank upon the furs there, sighing, reluctantly thankful that she had not made it far in her wandering after all.

When she heard her name spoken she gave another sigh; as much as she appreciated Gil and her work, there was a certain... rebellion sparked at the reminder of the doctor's necessity.

Yes, well, she knows best. A few moments to breathe, to let the vertigo settle and the rest of her to come back to some sort of cohesion again, and she looked to the man — the first she'd seen in a month, at least.

Where—where is everyone? Tavina, Senmut, Toula, surely they were alright?