Luneshale Pass season of the witch

@Legend.
The damning information whispered to her by Khusobek left her wondering. Perhaps he'd been right and it truly meant nothing beyond a union of bodies in the dead of night — but Senmut, as she was aware, was to be pharaoh if not one of these foreigners. And a pharaoh was surely above lying with mazoi, was he not? Unless—
But it was not as if it mattered to her. Zaahira was never to be a pawn, nor a token of gossip. Besides, Senmut nor Legend were in her bed, and so it was not her business.
And so she seeks a chat with the chittering little bird today, decidedly unrelated; ears forward and ever attentive as she sets a luncheon of fresh meat and blue-violet aged berries upon the sands.