Two Eyes Cenote Shm'Usert

Nazli chewed a cud of medicine while he worked, by now accustomed to being watched and waited on (at least when her health was involved). When the rations were before her she plucked at them quietly, chewing slow. The burst of flavor contended with the vegetal mass wedged against her molars.

When the man commented in his way, Nazli paused. She could not think of any prince that might favor her, and did not know what to say. She did not think of Senmut as such; and being lightly drugged by her medicine, her mind did not immediately recollect how her friend's position had shifted over time.

She swallowed. I do not know what use I can be in my state, being a person who would need constant care, she thought herself to be obsolete when compared to another fellahin. A sesh that could not work alone was of little use, in her mind. But I... I have half a mind to ask for a change. To be a priestess.

To commune with the sun, to sing songs, to know the gods; an easier life in many respects, seemed simultaneously impossible and, in a desperate sense, inevitable.