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May I sit with you? She inquires with a crook of her head, and if he were to accept, she would come to a relaxed point just adjacent to him. Her eyes follow his, tracing the outline of the jagged edge of the Sunspires to the East. They guard Akashingo as if they were godsent.
He praises her for her devotion, and to that, a humble nod. I thank you, a puff of air from her nostrils that echo a laugh. The Hemet-nekheb has treated me with great kindness and trust. It is only my way of giving thanks to her, though I feel there is always room to improve. She had done the same for Khaba, ever so blindly and passionately, when she still believed he could do no wrong. Her beloved Toula deserved the effort tenfold.
A thoughtful look with a turn of her gaze that briefly lands upon his red-lined jaw. I come to you seeking guidance, Erpa-ha.