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It had not been Khusobek's call who she'd have ever thought to intrude on her morning downtime. There'd been a silent stare, and then a fast response when she swept up the air by his flank and took to journey with him.

Well worth it had it been. She needed someone to ramble and poke at! Snarky jokes, subtle pesters and sneaky little comments, all in good fun- and the princes. "They want to wring each other's throats dry." A smile on her inky lips, an all-knowing knowledge laced behind her eyes as she did so that had the stench of repetition, and 'I've seen things'. Her tail quickly shook itself out, pointed straight behind her before it took curve over her back. "We will pick something aged? That help, yeah?" As in, something to knock them so deep out of their senses that they'd sit themselves still for a night. They were mazoi. Slip them something when they didn't feel like monitoring a fight to break out! It was also no secret to of the looming taunts of the title over her head. She quipped back- played into it more.
Though, Khusobek and Zaahira should know, they'd be on their own for a lot of that.
Legend found it much more helpful to give them a little something-something.

"Khuuu-sobek!" She called, ahead of him for a time, and her voice started to lead onto a question, until a scent...

Scent.

Her jaw shut as her posture fell relaxed, but body to a slink as she allowed the prowling assassin ahead of her. Smarter. Larger, more muscular. She put eyes on the sides of them, and the mazoi waited with a silence like a sound of ticking guns.