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In truth her holy moments were fleeting things, happening when she was apart from her work. To have Makono there would somehow spoil them but she could not admit to that, so only nodded and gave a smile; conspiratorial, warm.

There was a small lul in their conversation. Nazli wondered what the days would look like now that they were home again, and knew that Makono held audiences with her father and her siblings on her return.

Was... pharaoh, impressed with your return? It felt strange to speak of the ruler as if he were somehow accessible, the way the others of the palace were. He was a god manifested, or so the priests taught.