Lion Head Mesa taken care of

Yes, of course, there were options. She need not choose the most dire of them and be so presumptuous as to think she was trapped in any way; Nazli had already grown from servant girl to gardener, to an acolyte of sorts beneath Tavina. If she could not do those things—or really anything physical which might wear down what limited reserves she would forever be relegated to—then that only left her mind, her heart, her spirit.

If she could not serve in the old ways, she would find a new way. A smile drew across her face then—slow to dawn, but so warm. Nazli looked upon the mazoi as if they were old friends.

I could learn from Akhtar, if he would permit me. Or... Senmut, she hurried to tack on his name, and felt a thrill that made her skin feel too snug. If I can not do the physical tasks then I will find another way to serve. It is all I want.