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she could hear it in his voice, perhaps tuna was more insightful than she wanted to let on. while normally she would keep her distance, there was a certain level of friendliness she kept reserved for the man who was responsible for the life she has built here.

he seems careful, and perhaps the worries of the crowned and her consorts remains nothing short of a storm in his head. setting aside her tiny broom to avoid others tripping over it, she steps closer to senmut's side.

"walk wit' me? tah take in tha' bee-uty of're home?" certainly she couldn't tuck him into bed (well, maybe she could if H2O was bold enough), but she could at least help him settle back into the land they have always known within the mesa.

she would lead him, if willing, out of the narrow hall to where the sun soaked the mesa, golden rays cascading into the red rock and sand.