Lion Head Mesa desperate measures

It was stupid of Jawahir to hide when they clearly needed the aid of others. The desire to den somewhere secret was stronger than anything they'd ever felt before, but they fought against the urge to do it, climbing their way carefully down to the lowlands again, then finding places to sleep in the daylight so that travel could be had in the dark of night.
They stole their way in to the palace in the dead of night, to where they had last seen @Tavina make their bed. The courtesan moved swiftly to the woman's bedside and gave her a series of rousing nips, clipping at her lightly with teeth until something came of it.
Shhh—shh, quiet Tavina. It is only me.
There was explaining to do; or maybe not, given the roundness of Jawahir's flanks.