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When their dance came to an end, there was only silence. Sokha liked it, though, for it gave her time to indulge in his presence.

She had been captivated by her own thoughts, only to be disrupted by Ramesses' sudden movements. He held her close, now.

Looking warmly upon him, the hemet slowly began to draw a soft tongue across his ears. Then she began to hum a soothing hymn so that perhaps sleep may take him with better ease.