Lion Head Mesa thirty-ninth

Now, a paw raised, a smack to his heels in order to get him moving. leave.
She would guide him from the throne room and back out to the surface, sending him away once she felt they were at a safe distance from the steppes.
One final, hardened glance, standing tall upon spindly legs. Do not even think of insulting the Hemet-nekheb again. You do not know how lucky you are to still be alive. Embrace it, for Ra has given you a gift.

She would depart with a proud march back to the Queen's side, where she would sit at guard, a wary look given. You are very brave to trust him, she whispers, but I respect your decision.