Lion Head Mesa Wither

Slinking through the corridors, Jawahir found their way to the old quarters of the queen. There the children had taken over for a time - it became Siptah's room - but now it sat empty.

With nobody around to see them, Jawahir crept inside. They looked to the musty bedspread of furs, then to the shelf in the stone wall where dusty items decorated the space, and nosed across them.

They huffed a breath, sending a plume of fine dust in to the air. Then, peering over one shoulder, Jawahir stole their way to the bed and sprawled upon it. Relishing the feel of the furs - the stale vagaries of Satsu left behind.

The jewel promptly rose from their imagination and feigned tidying the bed, then the room, as if nothing had happened.