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Senmut softened rather than turning to anger, and that confused her. But she didn't linger on it. She was trying to remember exactly what she'd heard, but it was all rapidly turning to a blur in the stress of the moment. Melody wanted nothing more than to be away from the priest.

She said something about, about Ra...? But I'm afraid I don't know who that is, She blinked, questioning all of it. Pharaoh was not dead for sure, but she could be, and that — Melody wasn't sure what to do with that. She'd only wanted to stay for her, for her soft voice and her blue eyes and that otherworldly air about her.

Not this.