Lion Head Mesa A neat tucked slice

Sayf bowed his head respectfully as the priestess spoke. His heart fluttered when she implied that she liked her quarters. I am happy that you are pleased, my lady, he offered warmly. If there is something else you would like in here, I will make sure you have it, the hebsut offered. 

He took a seat in front of her and offered her a gentle smile and warm look. Her presence demanded his attention; something about her made him want to ensure she wanted for nothing. He was honored to be her personal fellahin. 

Anything you need from me is yours, my lady, Sayf promised, bowing his head again.