Lion Head Mesa Well, the good guys don't always get the glory

Time was quickly passing since the return to the mesa. Khaba was easily getting back in step with his usual routine. There was little else on his mind, save a few things. @Makono was one of them. He wondered often how she was settling — and more importantly, how her new affairs as sōzokujin were going.

Shortly after the sun began to peek above the mountains afar, the jodai appeared at her quarters. From the doors, he sent one of her attendants in to collect her.

When she appeared, he would speak his purpose.

Join me for a patrol? It was only partially posed as a question. And the reasoning would quickly follow. Now that you are home, it is necessary for you must become more in tune with the works of the mesa... as well as overseeing it's protection. You may be young, but you are no longer a child. You are sōzokujin, crown prince. This is your duty, as much as it is mine. 

For a small moment, Khaba contemplated whether he was beginning to sound too much like the pharaoh. Maybe it wasn't his place to speak to boldly, but he felt as though the two had enough trust in each other for him to speak truthful words. She had chosen him for protection, but also for council. And so, here he was to give it.