Greatwater Lake But my knees are bruised, from kneelin' to you

Nazli startled when she felt the touch, and calmed after that. She looked at the dirt mostly, and as Khaba spoke her eye trailed up to his face. She let a thin smile drift across her features.
All he did was kindness. These were things that she had never expected from a man who came so silently to the mesa; she was glad to have met him, and to have a friend. Still, she was nervous beyond measure; besides being liked by the wild woman, Nazli could not help but think of Makono, and Senmut, and Gucci, and even her brother Zakariya.
So many left behind! The guilt would gnaw at her and prevent sleep.
I will rest here, she promised, and slowly lowered her head to rest upon the earth again. He could go, knowing she would be nesting here in this place, to think and to sleep should sleep come.