Lion Head Mesa Power, Is Power.

Good. 
He came quickly; But that meant little in Nyra's book, for snakes like him in her eyes.
She noted his distance from her, his seeming to stay within the borders, as if they put together, gave him some sort of safety from her. 

"I've come to see your progress for myself. Kynareth is gone, so I am the sole authority of the Saints now." Nyra responded conversationally. 
There was no urgency in her tone, or worry. Even if she had those feelings, she would not show them here. 
Especially not to someone she planned to kill. 
Ramesses had always been a parasite in her eyes, a sexist leech unworthy of the luxury of power.

Nobody will save you now. She thought privately, gazing upon him with a well-worn mask of indifference, or something akin to her usual.