Lion Head Mesa Catacombs

He realized now, at Tavina's words, that perhaps everyone else was like him — grieving, but not wanting to show it so publicly. Surely there were some among their numbers that truly loved Satsu beyond Siptah; his sisters, for one, and his father. And maybe even others.

Siptah nodded, taking in a deep, slow breath. He had stopped crying now, and Tavina wiped the last of his tears away. He told her, sniffling slightly, "Yes... I... I come here to grieve her. I can't go near her room anymore." At least here, he had privacy, though he not mind her interruption tonight.

And then, gifts. Siptah smiled a half-smile. "I brought her one already, but... I could bring her another." The only problem was, what to bring?