He would listen with the same intense focus he gave everything, he did not get distracted between pharoahs and queens, following the words carefully and fitting them together. You were a Queen. he states in his tragic thoughtful monotone; how Nakhti lacked the childlike joy ordinary youth possessed. He could picture it more easily, Legend had always struck him as someone who expected the world to move around her. That makes sense, it was high praise from the boy.

The explanation regarding Pharaoh Khaemwaset and Queen Merneith seemed to answer several questions while generating several more. He considered asking them immediately, but she continued speaking and when her old kingdom was mentioned; and how much she thought he would have liked it his rounded ears lifted. I'm sure I would have... he mused, Nakhti's expression remained largely unchanged as she went on; but his attention sharpened his eyes narrowing slightly.

" If they don't like you, then they're wrong he concluded, Legend had fed him, protected him, answered his questions and made room for him when she had no obligation to. There was something that sat with him,

You said I have you written on me. his golden eyes narrowed slightly in thought as he looked up at her How? his long tail twitched, eyes flickering to the golden spots. I don't look like you, you look like a wolf...and I look like a cheetah...mostly his ears drew forward again, eyes moving back up to her face. Is it because everyone knows I'm yours?

If that was true, then perhaps belonging to someone left marks that couldn't be seen.