Greatwater Lake now shut your pretty mouth

Her thoughts were interrupted.
Khaba had come, bearing gifts meant for the new mother rather than the girl who lurked upon her land; she cast a glance at the large haunch of meat that had been dropped at her door, but did not move to take it. She had done nothing to earn it.
His question - rather, statement - hung in the air without a reply until she turned back to the wall, squaring up to it as if ready to work a little more.
I miss... having a purpose. That was the truth, but only the surface of it.