[ The gesture may have been faint and maybe even unnoticeable by some. It stands out to her as much as his own voice might. Her eyes open to meet his gaze again, eyebrows tilting upwards at the expression he gives. She is certain he will recover as he never seems to stop fighting. The fear still remains deep down regardless of knowing better. Perhaps it will linger on even as he recovers.

A shake of her head at his apology. She leans down, gently resting her forehead to his. The notion feels natural to do. Surely he needs comfort and reassurances of his own. He has yet to rebuke her touch or try to roll away from her. A fleeting thought crosses her mind - maybe he wishes to be closer to her as well. The doubt of such a thought is quick to surface. There would be no reason for him to desire such a thing from her... or even with her. ]

You have nothing to apologize for, my dear Atem. Not one thing. [ Her voice is soft as to not cause him further discomfort. He must be in an excruciating amount of pain. ] You have done your duty as Pharoah ten-fold and saved both worlds. That is more than enough for now.

[ Her fingers move through the odd ways his hair lays as she tries to find something - anything - that can comfort him.

She pauses then, pressing her lips together. She should not speak the words that wish to leave her. There is no reason to burden him with her own feelings... or give the expectation that he should return them. She shakes her head yet again at her own foolishness. ]


Your recovery must be the most important thing now. Your people and your court still need you. They need their king to guide them forward.

[ ... I need you. ]