Lion Head Mesa Little girl

crumpled was a child, and silvertongue's smooth arms reached instinctively for her. was it forgotten mother's know, or only a servant's intention? whatever it was, she pulled the girl into her grasp, tongue clucking at the fetid warmth wafting from the child. "who is hurt, mi dulce?" and she glanced around then for another fellahin, perhaps even @Charmion if he was close, to help her in bringing the mazoi back to the palace.