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If the priest sought to steer the conversation away, Machi would oblige, albeit with a twinge of disappointment. However, he could make due, he supposed, with the simple opportunity of prolonging their interaction.

Consideration flickered across Machi's features as he pondered seating himself opposite Senmut, only to dismiss the notion with a grimace at the prospect of sand entwined in his coat. He glanced towards the discarded skin, but swiftly dismissed the notion; while he doubted the prince would take offense at such trivial matters, he saw no need to test the boundaries of their blooming rapport.

Ah, a simple question with a needlessly complex answer. All of them, and yet none, Machi replied, his tone tinged with a touch of resignation as he continued to stand rather awkwardly. The majesty of Ra is no less familiar to me than that of Helios, or Surya.

I shan't bore you with, Machi paused, catching himself before his tone could grow too somber, tragic backstories, he continued, injecting a brighter note into his voice as he waved a paw dismissively, for it is a tale oft told and seldom appreciated.

Nevertheless, I daresay there are few deities whose names would elude my recognition, he added with a grin and self-deprecating chuckle, attempting to recover the lighter mood.