Lion Head Mesa we don't talk about Cicero, no, no, no

The hebsut was on his way to the wellspring, eager to clean the morning's work from his coat; he was rather meticulous about the state of his fur. The weather was starting to warm again, and he was looking forward to the temperature of the water being more comfortable. 

He made his way through one of the many passageways, Sakai on his mind as he always was. He didn't know when he had seen him last, but he had resigned to the knowledge that things would likely remain that way. It made his heart ache, but he had no choice in the matter. 

Sayf came upon Maegi, laying in the shade created by the way the canyon jutted out over the walkway. My lady, he said softly, dipping his head in a respectful greeting. How are you today? He was unaware of her seizures, though he had heard talk of some illness she suffered. He settled down next to her, his gaze soft with his fondness for the woman. Would you like some company?