Khaemwaset's excitement evidant, his laughter contagious. What doubts held in the woman who felt herself inadequate against those of many years in the temple are fluttered into the breeze in these moments. She is smiling again, a laughter of her own escaping as he addressed one of the fellahin to give word to prepare their way.

Then, swinging his attention back to her, he speaks sudden words of elevation in her name and Pheonix Rising's front half falls once more just as suddenly at the realization. She cannot help it, that even as she bows before her Pharoah as he speaks, granting her the honor of title and the honor of her (her!!) wedding the royal pair, her plume is high and waving behind her in joyousness.

I... A hesitance, only for her heart pounding so heavily in her chest. Breathless. You honor me deeply, Great One. I haven't the words...

She is lifting, her ears swept back, lashes fluttering as she bats away gloosy vision. A smile, deep to the young man who flashes teeth of full grin. The pheonix is exalted and she is struck, looking to his face perhaps a moment longer then she should have until it is broken by his dismissal. She could not fail her people. She could not fail Pharoah.