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With a gentle fray of her tail and a simple, warm vocal sound, Khaba knew he had done right. This girl was one he could trust, as she could do so of him.
He would not rise until later a fellahin returned with a prized hunk of semi-warm flesh. While it looked appetizing, he could not help but admit his appetite was inadequate for such a gift. 
But would it not be rude to turn it away? Perhaps.
Even so, the mazoi would not dare tear into with haste. Instead, he waited for some indication of invitation.