Lion Head Mesa thebes

Siptah had not yet been taken far from the mesa, so his eyes lit up as he looked to the west. Perhaps this would be just what he needed to improve his spirits. It would be even better with his sisters there with him, and he intended to invite them. "I will, father."

Satsu, dancing? Siptah found it hard to picture, but he smiled nonetheless. He debated working on songs with his sisters as well, because at the moment he had zero ideas. He felt horrible, having hardly known his mother. He felt like a bad son. Siptah looked down, swallowing hard.

"Do you have any suspects, father?"