Lion Head Mesa Orion aims and shoots his arrows oh so far (wp)

There was movement by the wide mouth of the alcove, though it was not enough to rouse Nazli's attention immediately, and when she did finally lift her eyes to the shape that lingered there she was startled, and got to her feet in a rush, with platitudes falling from her lips.

I'm sorry, did you call for me? She had heard such noise from the corridor, and perhaps had missed being summoned, which would have been egregious to the fellahin as it never typically happened. She was standing before him bashfully, unware of how disheveled she was. May I fetch you something to eat, or drink? Or perhaps make up a bed for you, or anything else -- as if he were a visitor to the party, and not a training hem.

A second later and she realized who it was; he still wore his regalia, after all. Her eyes danced across the ornaments as she went quiet, swaying slightly as if drunk (she was tired, which was close enough); and looked almost to be swooning (which she wasn't really).