Lion Head Mesa taken care of

He probed with a name, not that Nazli would have noticed. She ruminated over that a moment and her brightness did not diminish; the name was familiar, in a vague sense. Oh, yes, I think I met her—.

Oh, but—what caught more in her ears was his mention of a princess, returned. Makono? At once the warmth that she carried was replaced with surprise, and this transitioned hastily in to a well-steeped hope! Breathless, for that moment. Please, tell me she's come home!