Safiya turns her singular eye to the snake that comes near. She knows her. Has seen her. Knows her to be part of Satriya but beyond that it is not her place to know. A tilt of her head in silent gratitude. Then back to the man in front.

A softening in her expression as the children flank each other. Anxious to keep and protect. For a bare moment, her lips twitch into a small amused grin, but she quickly guards it and turns back to this male.

Safiya did not hide her wound, nor did she limp on it. Though it hurt like a son of a b***h to be fair. But she was a guard. This was beneath her. Pain. Tavina would have her ass though when she found out she was on the borders again.

The infection wafted towards her. And she was hard pressed not to turn her face and nose away. The poor child. She remembered infection well. It had almost taken her a time or two. Singular eye pierced the man. You will need assistance too. You cannot guard with such a wound.

A raised brow at his turn to her father's tongue. And a glance to the little faces, who it seemed did not know this language. She dipped her head. To show her understanding.

سأبذل قصارى جهدي، لكنني مجرد حارس. ومع ذلك، يمكنني استدعاء فرعوننا ومعالجنا. (I will do what I can, but I am only a guard. But I can call our Pharoah and healer.)

She shifted and backed up a step. Returning to common for the children's benefit. I am Mazoi Safiya. She looked pointedly to the man. What is your name? Refusing to allow him to be invisible.

Then she lifted her muzzle for Tavina and Khaemwasat.