[ His answers are not entirely surprising. While she may not have known him as long as others in his court? She has learned that he rarely thinks of himself first. His people, his Priests, his friends and family. All of them go before him. A notion that Lunafreya herself can truly understand. Everyone comes before herself as her calling of Oracle.
That includes the Pharaoh of Egypt.
A gentle shake of her head. Then, she pulls her hand away only so that she might push herself closer to the headboard. Ever so carefully, her hands slip under his shoulders to move him up, just enough to slip behind him. Her hands ease him back down so his head would rest in her lap. If nothing else, she can give him companionship and comfort. Her reserves are too low to continue to heal him at the moment. Although, something tells her he would tell her to stop if she attempted again.
One hand raises to brush through his hair while the other gently moves down the side of his neck. Her fingers search for points where his muscles might be tense in order to try and alleviate some tightness that would cause him further discomfort. If the attention turns out to be unwanted? He will most certainly tell her. ]
And what if you need something? I doubt the guards would hear you with how far the doors are, Atem. [ Her voice is soft, but she hesitates in using the language she had before. It could be seen as too familiar -- too intimate. While she finds that her emotions and feelings for him run deeper... they may not be returned. ] Allow me to keep your company and try to ease you back to sleep. Both of us need the company for now.
[ As she is very much aware he will return to his duties as soon as he can. He will be surrounded by his Priests as they consult one another on how to piece the kingdom together. There is no doubt in her mind she will wander out into the public and aid those who are in need there. What little moment this is will most certainly be the only time they will have like this. ]
silly luna, thinking she'll never have a chance at this again
That includes the Pharaoh of Egypt.
A gentle shake of her head. Then, she pulls her hand away only so that she might push herself closer to the headboard. Ever so carefully, her hands slip under his shoulders to move him up, just enough to slip behind him. Her hands ease him back down so his head would rest in her lap. If nothing else, she can give him companionship and comfort. Her reserves are too low to continue to heal him at the moment. Although, something tells her he would tell her to stop if she attempted again.
One hand raises to brush through his hair while the other gently moves down the side of his neck. Her fingers search for points where his muscles might be tense in order to try and alleviate some tightness that would cause him further discomfort. If the attention turns out to be unwanted? He will most certainly tell her. ]
And what if you need something? I doubt the guards would hear you with how far the doors are, Atem. [ Her voice is soft, but she hesitates in using the language she had before. It could be seen as too familiar -- too intimate. While she finds that her emotions and feelings for him run deeper... they may not be returned. ] Allow me to keep your company and try to ease you back to sleep. Both of us need the company for now.
[ As she is very much aware he will return to his duties as soon as he can. He will be surrounded by his Priests as they consult one another on how to piece the kingdom together. There is no doubt in her mind she will wander out into the public and aid those who are in need there. What little moment this is will most certainly be the only time they will have like this. ]