Lion Head Mesa mastaba

oops this got a little long! no need to match ofc <3

treva had been being tended to be sayyadina, when the woman was not called upon by others. today she had sought to be groom properly. washed in the waters, dared to be pressed against flowers so a good scent might cling to her. the room freshened too with new furs, flowers.

the mazoi had spent far too long wallowing. she wished to feel whole once more.

and whole she was, with the prominent swell of her sides. she tried to ignore how she could feel them now too. especially when she laid within a way that the life inside seemed to disagree with.

it seemed she would not need to struggle with a slumbering position though.

sayyadina helped her up, treva disgusted by the need for it but always soft to the helpful woman. one who she sent off when her eyes settled upon ramesses. truthfully, she had not expected to see him until the mourning had past, when his soul might have settled more.

pharaoh, warm despite the tiredness that had clung to her like a shawl the last few weeks.