Cerulean Cape I made you my temple, my mural, my sky

ramesses made a great and mocking show of looking over both his shoulders, even turning in either direction. "with what army?" he sniped, though the tease had gone out of him. he was not a man who enjoyed being beholden to anyone, but the empress had given him a meal and a place to rest while the storm raged. perhaps he might influence greater favor by bringing her a warrior.
though, in ramesses' mind, a woman could no more be head of an army than she could be pharaoh.
that put him into a foul mood, thinking of hatshepsuun. "i see no guard with you, and debt is part of life," he pointed out, traveling the path his reluctant companion had made. "i would rather have my own patch of land, but this is a frozen waste. death here would be worthless." 
he wanted to leave, and yet he made no move yet to go.