Lion Head Mesa ma'murir

The dismissal is swift.

It seems there is no task, only a conversation to be offered here.

Nazli feels something almost like whiplash, but she's also glad to be sent away. Thinking back upon those days of mourning while she was so small, she had not understood much; but now, she felt unsettled.

yes, of course. She bows her head quickly and in a shallow way, departing the way she'd come - and there is a steeling of her spine as she strides, a sense of importance that Nazli cannot shake.

She would never let anything happen to Makono.