Lion Head Mesa life doesn't always go my way

He was happy! Beyond what she had been trained, on some deeper level, she was glad for that. Glad to have been of use and to see him beaming with such pleasure. If this was what it meant to be a fellahin now, she would welcome it. Why couldn't she help with rhymes and things more often? It did not feel like work the way other chores did.
She smiled upon him. What is it like to be hem?
It was an odd question, but after a moment she elucidates: I do enjoy helping with your prayers, and being there for the sunrise. And you are so devoted to your work. The same way she had been devoted to her own, in the past. Now things were changing and Nazli wasn't sure she could be her usual dependable self; but that was a misgiving she couldn't fully voice.
Is it something you chose?