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Why did you not come to me?
I was ill, lord, Jawahir answered swiftly, and then smiled, and kissed him readily across the jaw. Tugging at the fur hanging from his cheek as if to preen him.

I will take you to her. She is waiting by your royal chambers.
From here the hebsut rounded to Ramesses' other side and hoped to draw him away from the catacombs, their telling smells, and the secrets hidden in their passages.

He would not find the two newborns even if he were to look himself - they were deep within, where only someone nimble could reach. Jawahir was enflamed by a mother's protective instinct and was more intent because of it.

Meeting you might tempt the girl away from Crowfeather entirely, but that is a worthy risk. A jest, meant to keep the man's spirits high as they moved away together.