Lion Head Mesa taken care of

"who would turn you away and who would i tell?" khusobek scoffed, though his scorn was lightly said, and not true to its sound. he was curious more than anything now of her origins. who had let her starve? who had let her remain ill?

or rather, shut away with this illness? surely she needed light and air. the crocodile was not a physician, but languishing in a palace could not be easy upon a restless mind.

"were you a servant before?" he asked from his place along the wall, guessing, assuming.