Lion Head Mesa she cries 'cause she's nothing like you, is she like you?

she could not be afforded even an ounce of regret now. it was too late as the man who seemed to fill the frame of her father sipped upon the pine. a warning on his lips.

had madness only ever touched the men? she had not thought to ask.

yet now she stood in only a room with nazli and senmut. pharaoh had left and she realized it mattered not where he went. he would not be long for this world. let him rest where he wished.

@Khaba must be returned to the palace. her voice strained along her throat. and tavina should be...informed, maybe. so she does not think pharaoh is worth healing. if he somehow thought he could be healed in time or without waste. moving parts, they all shifted around her and a certain numbness crept up.

ah — her voice faltered and her eyes closed for a moment.