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satsu thought back to their conversation, eyes raising to the smoke-haze on the horizon, but then she shook her head and blinked at ramesses.
i do not remember a name. i did not think to ask.

when ramesses spoke again, satsu could not tell if he was joking or if he was trying to get a rise out of her; often it was the same sentiment for both. she smiled, presuming it was a jest. maybe. or we could be left to care for the mesa while he goes to visit kynareth, if that is ever required.

remembering why the two of them had briefly been parted, satsu's amusement waned.
how was your visit? she did not bother asking if her absence was noticed, as no doubt pharaoh had much to share.