Lion Head Mesa sarcophagi

Nazli is still at war within herself. She wishes to be helpful, to be praised, to be seen as good and loyal as that is what she has been taught. Now she finds herself doubting all that she knows; doubting Tavina most of all, and grappling with this idea of choice.

What if she could be something else. Senmut had tried to tell her — to warn her, maybe. Only now it was all sinking in.

You all command me and I obey, like a good little servant! Senmut was right, I am barely a person — She screeched this before she could help herself, and immediately after she clapped her teeth closed around her lashing tongue as if to jail it. For a moment Nazli looks apologetic and she wilts beneath the tone of Tavina.