Lion Head Mesa the darkest side of me

her eyes had only closed when an insistent voice roused silvertongue from her brief respite. she was to rejoin the priest — with what she owned. confusion gave way to worry, then dread. "am i being put out?" came her frantic whisper, but the other fellahin was already turning away. for a moment she only sat quite still. the sole object which she might frankly say she owned was a fine piece of ramskin. this she carried with great reluctance to the room where senmut was, directed by the others, and inched inside. the strangers from before were still here, they standing with the priest in some rampant tension which at once nauseated her. low she bowed, eyes downturned. "you asked for me, erpa-ha?"