Sekhmet’s chage startled Thoth into more confusion. He closed his mouth and tried to breath through the chaotic mixture in his mind. He tried to pick through the threads of feeling to decipher which feelings were her’s, which were his and which were the strangeness of the changes. Deep breath in and out to calm the madness. She approached him and gently touched him with her muzzle. Her voice echoed through his mind and he latched to the soft cries she sounded. The world shifted again under his body, a new kind of stable standing he had not been used to. She touched him and licked him. The contact connected him here and now, forcing his soul and his being back into her and them. Imprinting was powerful and wrenching. In her touches he was the Thoth she needed, the body of the soul she had captured.
His burning ice eyes looked up at her from the depths of his being. She had asked if he had wanted his freedom, or if he was to stay. Fate had twisted his life and his life had twisted his choices. Want and desire had been stripped from him. Only need and purpose remained. Looking at her and meeting her gaze he nodded his head once to show he was to stay. Long lanky body settled into its place with a deep exhale of breath. Inside he could feel the twisting and turning of right and wrong as it collided with his head. As desperately as he tried, he could not reach for the answers he sought. He could not ask the questions he needed. The weight of the world changed with the cries of voices in the distance. All he could do to answer the calls was to be here, be with her, and be the subject to Life and Fate.