Lion Head Mesa she is good, but she lies

He was.

In her addled mind, he had been. She opened her mouth to say just that and could have voiced it, had Ramesses not carried on. He was Mou in that moment, whomever the corporeal form had been.

There would be no arguing with the Pharaoh, though, and Maegi was too tired to try.

Bastards they would be, name or no name.

Their sire is Sheogorath, she replied, deadened eyes shifting to light upon his face. But I will marry Gucci. For all you've done for me. . .I will do as you ask.

Her head began to pound, and her vision blurred, but Maegi dug her toes into the earth, gritted her teeth, desperate to hold onto consciousness for a few minutes longer.