It was only two full moons since she had last spoken to her Pharoah and yet her stomach flips to be reunited with the god-king once more as he speaks to her. Her eyes turn to the length of his legs, then chest, the stark of his dark coat like a black hole one might easily see themselves sucked into. Each of his people gravitating to him without thought or consequence.

When he finishes speaking, it was then that she lifts herself once again. A great Pharoah who knew what he wanted and wanted it now. He had waited long enough. It is time, Great One. She had survived her time there and even with another, too. Pheonix wondered if Hiba would still be there upon her return. If they both still lived, surely it was safe. The priestess would need to disregard any ounce of hesitance she might feel otherwise.