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Isa rose with a poised posture and firm expression. Though her eyes remained low, not daring to lift high and meet that of the shabti.

Shabti, She began, voice thick of velvet, but hinting at slight hoarseness. These past days, I have made sure to learn well of each chamber, the warmest parts of the springs for comfortable bathing, where the moss grows thickest to use as a foundation for fur bed linings, and the quickest paths to reach your chambers when and if you call upon me. These seemed to be the necessities, yes? She hoped she had listed them all.

Oh! There was one more thing. I even bumped into the hem, Senmut. But she would not share of their words together. Not unless the shabti commanded it.