12/15/2025, 6:18 PM
sitamun did as she was bid, touched by the concern of the powerful captain at her bedside.
her wrist belonged to him for its kissing; if she could but touch the round hardness of his shoulder, the fellahin meant to wind her claws there, to hold fast to him.
her memories would come back; the flashes of half-visions would cease. they were only remnants of her brush with the Field of Reeds, but here she was now, bound to her ka, flesh in this living world.
it is his job to talk much and worry for us all,she defended lightly of the sesh, though it was to the scarlet lion she reached now.
come here. worry no more.
her wrist belonged to him for its kissing; if she could but touch the round hardness of his shoulder, the fellahin meant to wind her claws there, to hold fast to him.
my head hurts, sapair, but that is all.
her memories would come back; the flashes of half-visions would cease. they were only remnants of her brush with the Field of Reeds, but here she was now, bound to her ka, flesh in this living world.
