Lion Head Mesa Hail, Pharaoh!

SO sorry for my delay, life exploded for a minute there!

the then Amiirad smiled. it is new news. no wonder it did not yet reach you on your travels, she said warmly, thinking even then to shame none. to expect for him to have heard so was perhaps silly, and yet she dreamt it anyway! beyond that, there had been much news. what is the latest you have heard of my lands, then? her lands now, yes, to look after while the Pharaoh was... away! simply away. she would surely return.
there seemed to be a question mark upon... something. surely not her name, which her fellahin had announced? but perhaps, then, her title to be. Toula suspected that perhaps this must be it, but would not humiliate him regardless. her name was a long-winded one, and yet, it was something she found pride in. Muat-riya Isetnofret "Toula", Hemet-nekheb of the Red Sands, she spoke for herself now, and here lifted her head a measure, taking on the demeanor her father oft did with guests. one that bespoke of her own divinity, and yet regarded this one before her like he was the only being on this earth she might ever wish to behold.
and it was not so much an act—she was quite interested in this foreign stranger, and his dreams!
so you do not come here as a guest, Toula sought to confirm, but as a resident. you mean to stay, here her lips curled upward in a pleased smile. yes—she was happy! you will be a neb—a lord, here. royal, as ever—an acknowledgment of your history. its ruler would certainly have you, her tail swayed behind her. an ear turned as a fellahin stepped forward; a soft look, and they departed.
do you wish to retire, or should you like to see one of our altars of worship? she asked, hoping he might humor her and pray with her!