Lion Head Mesa Hearing one more "Keep your head up"

Good with me!

The ink black creature watched the woman rise, then begin walking out of the room. They would watch her for a moment, ink spread across the red sand, before they would slip to their feet with catlike grace.

They slid across the room, an puddle of nothing, and followed in silence to be presented to the pharaoh. Then, they knew, they could finally sleep for a time.