Lion Head Mesa So let me just give up

It was dance they sought. And so, dance they would have.

Then I shall continue to dance for them... for you. It was odd to speak of him last. He had always been her priority. Whatever he asked, she would do. If he wished to hear her sing, she would sing. If he wished to see her dance, she would dance. 

Settling carefully over her haunches, Sokha embraced him with her gaze, ears flicking every now and then with a new thought. Did Ramesses want to see her dance? Or would she now be confined to times of worship. The whole concept still bemused her in slight, but she wouldn't question it. If he had more to explain, he would do. But if not, she would have to figure it out on her own.