#karariolu

Kara: Listen, no one here knows me by that name, and believe me that's something I want left far behind me... I just- I need you to keep that a secret, and call me Kara from now on. Please, I know you'll understand, Zizi

Zaher: ... Indeed I do, Kara. I will keep your secret safe.

Zaher: Easy, Kara, I'm sure they don't intend to let the secret slip, yes little one?

Kara: He better not... I'm not going back, not for one second...

Kara: Wh-where am I...? Is this your house?

Yamiko: Of a sort. It’s more for pilgrims and travellers who’ve sought me out and need to rest, like you have. You still need to heal, but that doesn’t mean you can’t still grow stronger.

Kara: There’s other reasons, but that’s the main one. I don’t like talking about it.

Kara: We would uh, make wine from the berries we harvested. I couldn’t have any because I’m too young, but she taught me all the little traditions and steps needed to make a good wine. Er, at least tried to, anyway...

Yamiko: In the meantime, I will prepare breakfast. We have guests, after all.

Kara: W-wait... Zaher? Imikhet-Horakhem? He’s here?!

Yamiko: Yes... why, do you know him?

Kara: E-er... n-not personally. I only know of him from, uh, the other servants, and some of the officers. Al-Nahlo is in open conflict with Apennia over the Matron’s use of servants and Zaher was the one who pushed the Pharaoh towards it...

Yamiko: Well, perhaps you could still meet him, he seems a reasonable fellow in any case. He’s downstairs, though I believe he’s still asleep. I can accompany you as well, if that would make you feel safer.