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she did her best, sorting aside diplomatic things with things of emotion.

her gift would be grand and fitting to the pharaoh and his bride. she felt no need to crowd them, to give them words like so many others wished to.

so she mingled among visitors, she made connects, she tended to things as if they were all her own.

senmut was a welcomed face in the sea of strangers-turning-companions. done in a fashion she had not ever seen before, but found fitting all the same.

hem, she addressed him with a newfound warmth for the man. he ushered him to come sit with her beyond the wave of moving bodies.