Lion Head Mesa w’peh

indeed, it was Iset who was hurt! who protected Iset in all of this, might have been the better question she realized belatedly. however, toua also saw that Iset was powerful. She had undone the worst of what Set intended. still, her heart broke for Her for all that she had endured. we should do something for Her, toula considered, and knew she would speak on this with her father at length, too. but senmut was hem, and he would know what best Iset would adore. what do you think She would love? she asked, finding it important to learn this from one she considered an expert.
what makono did was not for her mother or for her father. childishly, she was relieved--she wondered what her song might be to her parents next to the wondrous spectacle she had done! toula could not grasp the precise meaning of what her sister had done even still, with her childs minds. truly logical thought had yet to reach her in this regard. the problems she could solve were simpler ones--finding things, for example, or people. she had questions, the largest one asked with a tilt of her head: why would she change her ba? and then, must we all change our ba in that way?
she had asked ways  to improve upon these things, ba among them--was this the only way? had her sister made her own better?