Lion Head Mesa ma'murir

Nazli has serviced this area before but not alone, and not for months, especially since Makono has taken her as a personal servant.

It is colder here than usual - a seasonal shift, or maybe the presence of Jawahir is chilling to behold. They called them the jewel once, from what Nazli had been taught, but rarely did anyone whisper of such things now.

She...? It took a moment before Nazli remembered the deceased queen. It was not a subject often upon the girl's mind, as it felt so distanced from her. oh, yes. A respectful bow of the head came with her understanding - but what was she needed for here, of all places?