Lion Head Mesa silver

gucci was worn and skittish. tavina looked gravely down toward him as he inched toward her. there was nothing to fear in akashingo, she felt, not for one who was not born of the royal line. it was the children who were in jeopardy, siptah foremost.

that was how these ugly things worked, after all.

"neb gucci," she greeted in a weary voice, setting aside the carefully mixed portion of medicine. "no one is sleeping, it looks like." she gestured toward her herbs. "i can make you something. you'll be blearier than this in the morning but you will sleep like the d —"

poor choice of words. she closed her eyes and sank down beside him.