Osiris was tired. The kind of tired that sleep didn't fix, that had no discernable cause, that persisted. There was either absolutely nothing going on, or way too much! Catastrophe, plague, the return of long-lost royals; he just missed Neferseba, and her soft innocence. He missed making her things, bringing her trinkets, dressing her to her best, lavishing upon her all the love and loyalty she deserved. Without her, he was... just another guard.

Just a lion in a world of canines.

Just a sweet soul bobbing along the waves of chaos.

Hadn't he always been just another guard? Another servant to the royals? A pawn in his family? Osiris' life had never been his own, and he wasn't sure it ever would be - but that was the glory in giving his life to Satriya, he thought. It was... supposed to be that way. He wasn't supposed to wish for more.
He didn't know how to find more, didn't know what it was his heart cried for in the quiet moments.

The desert was warm, and the night was pleasant. Stars glittered merrily above, like nothing in the world had ever gone amiss. Osiris wasn't sure why he couldn't sleep, but the feline was wide awake as he paced the sands. Without meaning to, he floated towards the glowing crimson horizon; he wasn't always so far from the pyramid, and though he'd heard tale and noticed from afar, he'd yet to visit the flame himself.
No better time than now, he supposed.

And how it was glorious; Ra's protective light that'd warmed them through the long night, the red of passion sprawling across each grain of sand for such a distance, guarding their home, warning those who went further the strength that awaited.

It warmed Osiris from the inside out as he stood there, looking up at it with quiet reverence.