Lion Head Mesa Catacombs

A woman whom he had never met found him, embraced him — Siptah could not recall being held like this, not even by his mother. It only made him sob harder, the sound muffled by her dark pelt, but he leaned into her all the same. He was so overcome with emotion that he couldn't speak, could scarcely even move, but he sensed that she would understand. Eventually, breathing in her scent, Siptah began to calm down, and eventually he whispered into her fur, "I — I really miss her."