[ He might be the Pharaoh, but that hardly makes him the most important person in the room. A ruler can't rule by himself; at least, that's what he believes. He needs people around him with their own ideas and suggestions who can provide another perspective when needed. Even the subjects that he has been given the rule of play an important role in the kingdom.
So as far as he's concerned, while he has the title of Pharaoh, he's not any more important than anyone else.
But right here in this moment, especially when she's so close that he could practically lose himself in her presence and the subtle floral fragrance that he notices in the air when she's around, he's not thinking about anything but how he might ask her if she might consent to staying with him for a little while longer.
When her hands slip beneath his shoulders and she eases him down so that his head is pillowed in her lap, he doesn't resist. Her presence is comforting, and he can't remember the last time someone offered him comfort like this.
Even his muscles begin to unknot and relax beneath her touch. This, in its own way, is more healing than any magical spell. ]
I'm all right. [ It's not an answer to her question, but there's still a hint of stubbornness in his voice, even if most of it is covered over by the lingering weakness he still feels.
But then he smiles a small sort of smile even as he asks: ]
Is it all right if you stay? Surely you have other responsibilities besides looking after me. And- [ He pauses, looking down as if surveying himself and his current condition. ] Would you say that the worst is over?
[ It doesn't take a genius to know that it will take time for his strength to return, but what he's wondering is if he's out of the woods. At least he can speak again, although he can tell that even that requires expending energy. ]
meanwhile atem's like, how can I keep her around longer?
So as far as he's concerned, while he has the title of Pharaoh, he's not any more important than anyone else.
But right here in this moment, especially when she's so close that he could practically lose himself in her presence and the subtle floral fragrance that he notices in the air when she's around, he's not thinking about anything but how he might ask her if she might consent to staying with him for a little while longer.
When her hands slip beneath his shoulders and she eases him down so that his head is pillowed in her lap, he doesn't resist. Her presence is comforting, and he can't remember the last time someone offered him comfort like this.
Even his muscles begin to unknot and relax beneath her touch. This, in its own way, is more healing than any magical spell. ]
I'm all right. [ It's not an answer to her question, but there's still a hint of stubbornness in his voice, even if most of it is covered over by the lingering weakness he still feels.
But then he smiles a small sort of smile even as he asks: ]
Is it all right if you stay? Surely you have other responsibilities besides looking after me. And- [ He pauses, looking down as if surveying himself and his current condition. ] Would you say that the worst is over?
[ It doesn't take a genius to know that it will take time for his strength to return, but what he's wondering is if he's out of the woods. At least he can speak again, although he can tell that even that requires expending energy. ]