Dahozhoni Meadow He who sows the wind harvests the storm

upon the hearing of his letter for the second time, Toula gasped. looking to the fellahin for confirmation, she asked, no retinue!—but, is it true? and as they nodded, she drew her foreleg to her chest. their differences, at first, had been charming—but now she wondered if he meant this sort of life for them! 
no, of course not. this way was only most familiar to him. he was a soldier-prince, he knew how to cover ground, how to accomplish tasks. he would know, and understand, that she was far more delicate…
Makono would appreciate him, she thought! and that thought did charm her. quietly, she prayed to Khonsu to look after the man, as He aided travelers. alright, please, send back to him this: 

My Sphinx, Thutmose!,

I pray that you remain safe! know that I have prayed for you, and once I see you safe I shall teach you all of the God that looks after you during your travels. I cannot wait to see what you have discovered, and found, for me—I wait anxiously for your return. 

 have you found any of your favored berries out in the savage wilderness beyond? 

beneath the stars, we two shall pray to Nwt, who is the Goddess of the sky in the morning as well as night, and of it’s stars—the cosmos, the universe. I will ask Her, Goddess to Goddess, to keep you well also! 

until you return to me,

and then to him would be listed her many epithets and titles, her names. she would worry after him until he returned home to her!