Lion Head Mesa taken care of

It was good news. They had not been chased from the land but they had gone freely, and it was in Toula's interest. Nazli was glad to hear these things and relaxed considerably; of course this meant Gil had been correct, again.

I do not know the words for it, exactly, began Nazli in regard to her condition: but from what I understand... It is a complication of my starvation, and something older, deeper. She did not like to think of all the things she used to do but could no longer, and much time and conversation had been wasted coming to terms with it as she had spoken with other women of the healing collective; these things Nazli would not share.

The stress of my life has been too much for my body. I... think of it as, my spirit is weakened. If I do too much then I lose some piece of it. And so she was considerably limited—likely useless as a fellahin, but she dared not speak that in to being.

Her jaw set tightly for a moment, and her eyes dropped from his own, to watch the earth. Please, do not... tell anyone. I fear they will not welcome me back— but she muted herself and shrank.