Lion Head Mesa Or reasons why I'm alright

The hemet had been gone, unseen by the eyes of Akashingo and its noble pharaoh. Away, she was, busy with her praises of the divine. 

It was strange, almost, being within the inner walls of the palace. For the many nights she had been out on the mesa, the earthly hollows served as her chamber. She missed the soft furs, now itching to climb between them and sleep for an entire moon. Oh, if only she could. But no! There was business to attend.

Along the corridor, Sokha searched for the familiar entrance to the pharaoh's throne room. Then she sought a nearby fellahin, requesting that they look to see if @Ramesses was where she had hoped he would be. The hemet was not so bashful as to enter without a proper summons.