Lion Head Mesa wrath & poison

"stay with her," senmut asked in a voice that was almost a plea, hoarsened by his distress and the impact of the work that must be done.

"and pray." his paws smoothed the bedclothes, his eyes lingering in pain on the poor child. "i will do the same. perhaps we will keep her ka from departing us."

medicine for pain. broth for the shrunken stomach. they would keep her eyes and nose moistened by rabbitfur cloths. the rest was safiya's to choose; life with them or peace in the Land of Reeds.