when the pronouncement came, she was already moving into position beside the tall young child, turning a practiced look over the festering flesh.
thick punctures had sunk into the flesh of the girl's back. the sesh fished two poppyseeds wrapped in a dried leaf, parting it with her claws.
i'm tavina. i want you to eat these. they won't taste good, but they will make you sleep for a few hours.
the girl's lacerations would have to be broken open again, cleaned, and bound, but not until her eyes drooped could this be done. instead, she approached amon with another pair of seeds.
one now while we walk, another when we get there.
and to pharaoh;
Horus. let me help with the carrying, i and the others. amon shouldn't take more weight on that leg, even if she is little.
returning to tyra's side, she offered a look of encouragement.
