Lion Head Mesa [sc] root & gut

inji hated to be away from her babes. she had given a rather long, lengthy list of to-dos to the nurses, specific for each child; times down to the second, measurements down to the centimeter. she felt selfish having to return to work already, but this day would have come sooner or later, would it not?
she worked tirelessly, making arrangements and decorating, preparing food and scurrying to and fro. she had gotten so used to the blue palace that she had nearly forgotten the layout of akashingo! but the old faces of former comrades were welcomed nonetheless.
she came to her betrothed adorned in pink and gold, the din seemingly collapsing as she is pulled to his side. a subtle buzz brought warmth to her ears and a toothy smile to her face, a giggle rising in her throat; one dainty paw reaches to cup the handsome face. tell me again how we're meant to honor Hathor, hm?