Rosewater Oasis let it blaze

tamasi tenses at the touch, instinct urging her to pull away, but she stays put. racharra’s hands moving gently along her face; tamasi loathes how unfamiliar it feels.

kindness.

you don’t have to do this, she mutters, almost fearfully, in a way. terror gripping that she may be trapped here forever. that she ran from one cage to the next. but tamasi does not move to stop her.

simply, she is quiet while the hemet-nesut presses cool water into the worst of her scrapes.