Lion Head Mesa taken care of

Ashikaga...?
The name might have been familiar but it did not evoke the same connection, and immediately Nazli's countenance dropped, darkening. A heartbroken aspect lending shadow to the sunken nature of her face.
She did not take offense to the advancement of the mazoi, if she even noticed.
I—we, were, are, friends. She's... Like my sister. And her heart swelled at the thought! Her tongue wagging without consideration to how this might be perceived, or if it might be offensive. A fellahin and a princess could be nothing more than servant and served, in the end.