Lion Head Mesa you are my religion

It seemed that Melody was not the only one who often dwelled on thoughts of the departed Pharaoh. That wasn't surprising to her, but she hadn't expected such warmth from Toula. She blushed furiously, and nodded mutely as the girl spoke of prayers. The girl still could not wrap her mind around so much power belonging to those her age and younger — but it was a great comfort, too, to know that she was ruled by someone who, in the absence of the roles that separated them, would be considered her peer.

I would like that, She followed up when she found her voice again, but it came out hushed. But I'm afraid I don't know anything about Khonsu, or Isis. Melody wanted to ask if Toula would tell her some about them, but felt it more appropriate to wait for an offer. If none were forthcoming, then she would simply have to ask Senmut later.