Lion Head Mesa so intoxicated with the end

Toula smiles softly toward Ingram. Hem, she breathes warmly, voice not at all absent of pride. he had decided on his path here and it suited him, she thought. 
there were things she might have said. things she found she, as of then, could not. he had been unable to meet her father, the late Pharaoh—and she was sorry for this. sorry too that he had entered into their fold in a time of mourning.
but he would swiftly learn more of what was surely now his people, a part of them now! and an acolyte of Osiris... well, he understood well the cycle they had spoken of. to see him and remember this brought a comfort.
she thanked Iset silently. divine timing had brought them together, and this now more than ever she believed!
how are you settling in? she asked, lightly falling into step alongside him. here, Toula was able to stand a little taller befitting her own station—but the Hem was a towering man even still in comparison to her! she looked up to him, feeling more at peace than she had in many days.