Lion Head Mesa scour [m]

She did not want to wake when morn came, but his lively form bid her do so.

Then he spoke.

Hemet. A title she did not think herself fit to bear. But he had given it regardless.

My pharaoh, Sokha crooned, snout burying itself within his chest. You honor me. Words now muffled, but still made clear. She would make it so.