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Just as with the amiir, Siptah, Khaba was a silent statue before the eyes of the amiirad. There was simply no other way to be.
Though, when she praised him for something so insignificant — that so being the proportions he carried — the beast's paw lifted in a quick manner, stomping the ground just as hastily. It wasn't meant as a rude gesture, but instead one to show his gratitude for her words. She had only just met him and already his presence was that much more happily received.