Lion Head Mesa Power, Is Power.

Nephele listened, though idly, as she moved to help the pharoah with Maggie’s bloodied form. The silvered woman held in a wince, closing her eyes against a wave of nausea. She had never been too appreciative of blood.

She tuned back in when Satsu arrived, sparing her a nod, before looking to Ramesses, inhaling softly, before letting her own voice into the conversation.

My lord, if I may, would you like me to accompany this man to corroborate his story? A pack may not believe a lone tale, but two gives credence. Nephele turned her gaze to the taller man, pressing her lips together. Maggie was her friend, at least to her, so if she was lost…well. At least if she was away, she wouldn’t have to look them in the eyes when she tucked tail and ran. Even if she liked Akashingo, she liked living a little more.