Lion Head Mesa And scratch the slate

When she had settled into bed, Sayf took a spot right next to her so he could work on grooming the water from her fur. 

She wanted to know if he was happy and if he was free. Sayf smiled against her and pulled up to meet her gaze. Yes, I am happy, he assured her. I enjoy bringing peace and comfort to others. I feel as though it is my gift to the world. Hopefully that would alleviate any reservations she had about being here with him and allowing him to care for her. 

And I am mostly free, the hebsut told her honestly. The pharaoh is not someone you want to anger. But I love him and I don't wish to do anything that would upset him. So whatever the state of his freedom, he didn't much care as long as the golden god was pleased with him. 

Are you happy? he asked quietly, moving to the fur of her chest and getting to work there.