The Pheonix had heard his voice before she had seen him. It was his hymn which brought her forward, stepping into the portal which brought a cold deeper than she had ever felt in all her life. She felt her body immediately slow, thought soon her heart might stop, but there again, she could hear his song over the dark sky. The dark sky which began to open, pouring Ra's warm light upon her.

Setemhotep. ‘I hear you, I hear you!’ She would howl out to the skies, though surely her voice might be lost among the many.

Then comes another voice. This is the voice of Senmut. He bleeds devotion to his people, even as his mantle has turned to crumble. She smiles, for he is devout. And though her paws are numb and she feels she can barely catch her breath, she cries out in mournful song, praying for Ra's life-giving light returned to them.