its honeyed scent clung to the limbs and shoulders of sitamun as she peered in the direction of her royal lady's bed, but the arch of leaves was silent.
the fog here cooled the night to shivering; she put a cowl of antelope fur around herself and snuck lightly in the direction from where she thought the cry had come. this place was eldritch and dark, branches hanging stark like dead arms, tangled into the appearance of moaning faces.
surely it felt as though some touch of the crying death was here.
sitamun scented food, and then the light fragrance of setemhotep.
sesh?her ears were rapt, and she moved until she could see the other. she had not spent a great amount of time with the physician, who was now often with pharaoh as they traveled, but the intimacy of their first true conversation had never left her memory.
now she hurried forward, the antelope-skin falling aside.
what has set upon you?she asked, sitamun asked, eyes darting for any lash nor pawstep of impending danger, but none was found. her ironstar eyes moved back to setemhotep with more curiosity than fear now, gaze falling to a tiny form near his paw.

