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Ah. 

If it wasn't one of the two cursed members of Akashingo. By her love, of all things. 

Medusa felt the safest thing to do was run from it. The feeling evoked fight or flight, for whatever reason. But not the man. Comforting, despite her instinct rallying for her to flee this sweet feeling. Gucci and Toula were, in her eyes, the epitome of goodness. 

Maybe for you, old man, Medusa dryly responded, though the last two words were not absent of the fondness that she felt. I have been busy learning with Senmut, to best be able to serve our Queen, her eyes turned to the man that was her father. By choice of her own now, too. I have heard more stirrings against Khaba. That he keeps the mother of their children away from the kids, 

A pause, before, and that he has stolen Nazli and keeps her there. I bet against her will,

Medusa, a gossip! Well, she was becoming a teenager, and she wanted to know what her father made of this. Medusa? She believed it. She had not forgotten that day, after all.