Lion Head Mesa use your hands

her heart could not handle it!

nor could she hide the soft shake in her feathered quarters now. the trembling of a nervous woman who had just helped laid pharaoh in a peaceful way — er, once pharaoh! now she was to be a hand in the healing of nazli who still laid ill.

she almost missed a time when she had been clueless to all the ongoings of akashingo.

i will make her a place. she said softly, but certain of this. i can keep her company at all hours. i can sing for her and her healing. i'll tell her stories so she knows we are there and care.

she thought of the three of them singing over ramesses and her stomach turned all over again.

her eyes had started to water.