He heard her, but he didn't understand. Maybe she hadn't been clear enough—or, she didn't know how exactly to convey such a deep truth of herself, especially to a new friend. If she had wanted to impress him maybe she would have challenged the creature to a spar, or really shown off her confusing position, instead she was trying to explain... Something. She didn't really even know what, now.

I suppose not, no. But I don't see myself as one. I don't—I don't know how to explain. She felt the frustration bubbling up, and her pace became a bit choppy as her focus drifted from the path ahead.

Those who are pharaoh are chosen, of course. They speak for the gods, they are gods themselves! But I don't think my father is a god— This came so suddenly, and she passed over it without thinking about how heretical it was to speak aloud, or how treasonous, should the wrong ears hear it! Just because the Divine One named him such; he is suddenly elevated! That is fine for him, if true. I don't see how that changes who I am, or what I am. And.. I'm the daughter of priests, not nobles. It sounded very much like Aiesha was trying to make sense of it for herself just as much as Osiris.

And besides that, Satriya has its Pharaoh! Clearly the gods made their choice when they stole us from Akashingo— Ah! She was going off on the same argument she had made of Senmut, which had driven him from the palace. How unfortunate. Her ears turned and she looks now to Osiris, sheepish. I'm sorry. I have... A lot of feelings about this. You're right though, I am still somehow a nebet... But I'd rather be a mazoi. I think.

A sigh.