Lion Head Mesa a[m]phorae

Proper passion. Shabti wished it for this dissimilar pair. 

Part of Isa would have liked to think this an honor. Truly, it was... but as she looked to the boy who had been named hem, the pale and startled expression was noticeable. If not in the presence of divinity, she may have laughed.

Dismissing his reaction entirely, Isana focused her gaze upon both shabti and pharaoh. Whatever your desire, I will fulfill.

Whether she liked it or not was not a choice she could openly make. If to do such an act was given as a command, how could she refuse? It was best to simply play along.