Nyra watched with an impassive gaze as the young Pharaoh came across the border, seating himself as two pelts were brought out - one for Jaxxon, and the other placed before herself...
She couldn't help the ever so slight tilt of her head as the spotted hide was opened to reveal two pieces of potent-smelling bark and the piece of gold-shot obsidian.

Gifts. 

Or so Pharaoh Khaemwaset claimed. 
But Nyra would not insult the boy with her suspicions, keeping her expression one of silent intrigue - especially when Pollux also arrived, as did another young boy Nyra hadn't yet familiarized herself with. 
A sibling of Polly's, she assumed, putting the thought aside to focus on the more important matter at hand:

"Yes, Jakten gives their thanks for these gifts." The Einvald rumbled pleasantly. 
She could not help the massive yawn that escaped, parting her muzzle widely with the motion until she shook it off with a sharp motion of her head. 
"My apologies. Most of the empire has only just returned this morning from a rather long journey; We will have to begin negotiations at a later time." The pale Warqueen mused, "You may make camp somewhere close, if you wish - or you could return to Jakten for negotiations towards the end of your own journey, if that would suit you better." 

Nyra didn't really care which option they chose or if they had their own suggestions - she just wanted these damn kids off her lawn while Jakten got properly settled in (and by extension well rested).