Lion Head Mesa taken care of

"then choose another role." at last khusobek pushed away from the redrock wall, sauntering toward nazli. he took in the detailing of this room, of the fur quality upon which she lay, but did not come near to her sleeping-couch.

"if you cannot return to your work, then do not allow yourself to become obsolete. find another way to serve." this time the sliver of ice-eyes squinted by a grin glinted toward nazli over the hard curve of his red shoulder. "i was soldier. i was queensguard. now i am mazoi." a pause. "servants exist to adjust at the pleasure of their betters."