Lion Head Mesa Sessho-seki

Sayf had arrived with Qiao as he had been helping her in her garden as he often did. The pharaoh's cry had sent chills over his entire body; he knew only something terrible would elicit that sound from his master. 

He had been stunned into silence when they arrived, pushed into the background while his mistress talked with the pale god. The queen lay dead just feet from him, when he had seen her alive just the night before. He didn't understand how or why someone would harm Satsu. 

Ramesses' growled demand had Sayf focusing on him. That he would jump automatically to the fellahin was understandable, but his words still sent a a stabbing flash of hurt thorough his heart. 

The hebsut stepped forward. I can help with that, he offered. Anything to assure his master that he had nothing to do with this.