As a dedicated and studious Horus-heir, Khaemwaset would have insight into the will of the gods which surpassed all other priests. The young Pharaoh had, quite often, seen fit to join Hotep at the flame, to soak up the knowledge of ritual and deepen those threads of cosmic divinity woven between him and Ra-Horakty.

So in this, Hotep saw fit to trust Khaemwaset's judgement on the matter, with few restrictions on how wondrous such revelation could be. They lived in an age where Ra's light bloomed, where the dead were reborn, where demons walked in flesh. Perhaps Wondrous was exactly what was needed, to balance the scales.

Would El'Zeath agree?

It almost felt a bit like a dream, and she was in a dreamworld where things were so odd and different, yet familiar. She knew the look in Khaemwaset’s eyes towards his royal wife, and it was an affection great. They seemed true and genuine wolves, but their ways remain mysterious.

It appears there was much to learn, and Setemhotep was to provide. El’Zeath lowered her head in acknowledgement when the Pharaoh stated this. There was a path forward, and that is all El’Zeath needed for now. As for her purpose, she was to be the conduit for the Duat…which unfortunately, El’Zeath did not know what that was. She looks from the Queen, to Hotep, and back to the Pharaoh. They seemed pleased with this…so why shouldn’t she be pleased?

”I will follow the words of Setemhotep as instructed,” she flicks a gold-touched ear. ”Duat, is a term unknown to me, but I trust in your judgement, and in time hope that I am worthy for all such things of importance to be revealed to me. I appreciate all of you, for sharing your time and knowledge with me on this day, and days going forward,” she said with confidence, despite the fact that much of her was…confused. But this confusion stemmed from lack of knowledge, and she was aware of this. This helped ensure she was not overwhelmed by such feelings, and are able to control them.

It is just how life is, and the flow of time must be ridden to reveal the whole journey.

the Duat is the afterworld, the place of judging through which all must pass. it is a land of dark shadows and rivers, of beauty and the halls of truth. if you are not found wanting, you may dwell forever in the Field of Reeds. for you, el'zeath, you have come through this place and were not pulled apart. thus you have been named righteous and found your way here.
his expression was radiant with reverence.
do not worry. it takes much time to learn these things. to seek wisdom is to be in lifelong study, pharaoh answered in warmth setemhotep is already a mentor in this court. though his voice may you find your way, el'zeath. and may satriya know you forward by a second title: was-sokar, Scepter of Sokar, He Who Fills the Way with Sand.
there were many paths through the Duat, but only those pieces of el'zeath's spirit knew which one she had taken to reach satriya.
the golden eyes glinted, but he felt that this audience had been touched now by divine presence.

Now the being El’Zeath has been blessed twice by the divine; Sokar through renewal of the soul, and Khaemwaset with the blessing to bestow upon her in title, one that speaks to all of her elevated status within the mortal world. Few now moved with such favor on their footsteps, and the young queen found it appropriate. El’Zeath’s devotion is sincere.

Her jewelled eyes are soft upon the pair, moved by her brother's bequest.

Smiling to El'Zeath, Hotep nodded, I will teach you what you must know, for the task appointed to you.

The arrival of Was-sokar from flame was a wholly unexpected boon. Another mark of certainty in the priest that, no matter what may come, Satriya would rise and Ma'at would rebalance. The assembled would serve dutifully.

Others will guide you as well, fear not to ask the faithful for help in any regard. We are each of us committed to returning Ra's warmth to the sky, and there is no doubt that you will be of great help in this endeavor, for the good of all peoples in the River country and far beyond.