What is the point of this? To poke and prod, that is all she can think. He had come with his tinctures and his pledge to mend her, and once refused continued to plague her here. If Satakhetem had cared at all about her brother's favorite seer, she would have paid him heed in the great hall; but she did not care for him or his diatribes, and certainly did not care for his diagnoses.

Only your company, great seer.

Another deep sigh, but she is focused on him again.

What is it you truly want of me? It cannot be this. Are you meant to pester me as recompense for my behavior? Do you hope to dissect the divine for some purpose? She did not want answers to these questions, so she moved through them with a rhetorical energy and quickly.

My brother certainly knows how to play games, sending you here to me. It is just like him. We played pranks sometimes, as children - I had thought the Pharaoh had grown past that, like so many other things. Her brow raised, and then she was quiet a moment, regarding the priest with a faraway look.

Her memory was genuine. It was unfortunate she was alone in its recall.