Nausea rolled through Benevolen as if she were laying on a ship at sea, opposed to where she was resting in her father's tent. Her hair was in the process of being tightly braided to her scalp by Xqiar. Her surrogate mother whispered comforting words into Benevolen's ear as she worked carefully avoiding the direct gaze of Benevolen's biological mother, Kaiya.
"Stop coddling her," Kaiya hissed, her favorite daughter Benevalola sat silently to her right. Kaiya's precious son, 3rd heir to Ashier P'tora's fortune, Ashierna sat to her left. Neither of Benevolen's siblings looked her way.