Lion Head Mesa [sc] eighty-second

You might have been born lower, but now you are a prince, and I a servant. It seems our roles have been reversed, hmm? Machi stated, standing up and brushing the sand from his splotched fur. Although I would be lying if I said I didn't miss the luxury of nobility, and bossing others around, of course, he added, pausing as if considering whether to say more and ultimately choosing to hold his tongue.

His decision proved wise the next moment. He winced and turned away as Senmut relieved his stomach of the concoction. I think more water would be a splendid idea, Highness, but I beg you not to make me climb up the mesa again, he added with a playful plea, attempting to lighten the situation.

I would very much like to continue listening to your "blabber" as I escort you back to your chamber, he said gently, though concern added a stern edge to his words. If not for your sake, then for my own peace of mind. I cannot, in good conscience, leave you up here to bake in the sun, Machi continued, his tone softening with care. You've already had a long night, and I must see to your well-being, he continued with a gentle smile, offering the man his paw to help him stand. Please, darling, let's get you back to your room, alright?