Safiya was quick to move and offer her back as requested. The divine had spoken. And even if she did not agree with much. She was a mazoi.

A tilt of her head. A return smile to Tavina. A deep of her head to Amon and the boy child. They had spoken well.

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quick skip I think. To just get her into position to help.

He spoke to the snake first. They are older than I was when I first started working it was not a defense, or dismissal of her words, just the truth. He had been far younger than these two when he had first been named and trained as a soldier, sent out to patrol and hunt alone.

But the boy-king agreed, and Amon bowed his head in thanks. Horus is kind he watched the pair of egyptians move, watched Tyra eat the poppy seeds, before the healer came to him as well. Thank you he said, before taking the leaf of poppy seeds. He'd take them, but in a moment.

He limped back to Khyan, and Idalie, before translating Khaem's words to them. We've been accepted in, but we're going to need to talk after we've settled into a room, court is different here than in your mother's pack His words weren't as hushed as he wished, he knew it would probably make Pharoah suspicious, it wouldn't do for the pair of young royals to make a fool of themselves infront of an entire pack, they'll need a crash course. Safiya and Tavina will carry little Tyr, stay close to them if they need to trade off he doubted they would, Tyra was in a scrawny stage of growth, seeming more leg than torso.

It was then he finally allowed himself the poppy seed, he was fine with brute forcing the pain down, but he was grateful for the pain relief. He carried the other one in the leaf, and waited to move.

There was a lot of talking, the girl's ears going from pricked up and listening to the funny words Amon and the other man said to flattened in annoyance at all the sheer length of speaking going on. The ground got closer and closer, her eyes drooping as she decided a nap would be fine.

Then the newer short woman appeared, startling her back into wakefulness. You smell like my aunt she announced, as she licked up the seeds. Then licked at her muzzle while making a face, trying to wipe away the earthy flavor as the other woman approached for her to be carried. Her legs were wobbly, as she tried to stand, looking at the black and gold man with curious (and drooping) eyes while she waited for someone to help her up.