Two Eyes Cenote they said you ain't welcome 'round here anymore

Something is amiss at the border.
Even with her ever tight schedule, Zaahira had eyes everywhere. She slips from her post as the visceral sound of hacking grows louder. The Queen will be safe with the fellahin for a time.
It is a girl that Zaahira sees. Younger, frail; cowardly. She does not cross the border. You are at Al-Riya, second colony of Akashingo, claim of Muat-Riya Isetnofret Toula, crouching, Zaahira's gaze drops to the pale, dry tongue, the glassy eyes. Her tone softens. you need help.