Lion Head Mesa The lover I am; it befits me to burn

His line of questioning made Jawahir reflect upon their own situation. Their hidden pregnancy, their children who belonged in every way to the pharaoh - as much as satsu's own. Their eyes gleam with thought and hidden malice.

I was not. But I had frequent visits from Tavina myself, and at times she seemed... distracted. Affected. It was not a lie, but Jawahir wondered what this might do for his investigation.

The last of the old herbs had been gathered to the edge of the pool by now, and Jawahir dipped their snout like a wading bird to lift them free, then drop them a few steps away.

Darkness lit across their face from where the water had seeped upon their snout. They looked pointedly to Germanicus. I was... ill, while the queen was pregnant. She did not call for me specifically until absolutely necessary. To feed her children as a nursemaid; to forsake their own son and daughter for the royal brood.

These things the hebsut did not mention.