Lion Head Mesa Mother

Siptah had seen Sayf, but he had never spoken to him. He nodded, saying, "I want to help pick my own." He wanted something private, separated from the others, and going along was the best way to make sure he got it.

And then, his father spoke of a body servant; Siptah frowned, looking down at his paws in thought. He really hadn't met many of the fellahin yet. He wondered aloud, "Who would you pick, father? If you were me?"