His stomach uttered its complaints but she didn’t think on it too much as the original male spoke again. Was he in control? Could the others come into control? Sekhmet would be lying to say the original wasn’t her favorite, it appeared a certain feral nature, a clawing that eased by his submissive presence. She knew that others kept their distance wisely but he was different, refreshing even. She would have to search for new companions soon enough a large amount but as to why she had this urge, even she couldn't explain. Shifting she moved slightly, she was curious and yet lost in thought she completely forgotten to give permission to eat.
Another males tone reached her ears; this creature was unique indeed and she was pleased. She gave him a small nod feeling comfortable with this new male. “Eat.” She spoke up before stretching out on her limbs moving from sitting to laying on her belly; her head rested on her paws making her comfort clear to him so he felt safe enough to eat. “Where. From.” She decided her best option was to make her questions shorter, simpler. Sekhmet had never really favored speech but understood why her brother had taken more time studying others to learn it, even so, she would rather not waste her time. Her mind didn’t permit her to linger on behaviors it saw unfavorable.
A soft sigh escaped her maw her ears paying most mind as her gaze drifted idly now on the things around them. She pondered what the deeper toned male said about being conscious and wondered why it was of importance before lingering on the word we. “Four?” She questioned more so to herself aloud than to him directly. “Sleep. Bad? Normal.” She questioned why sleeping was such a bad thing it was a favorite activity once she reached the comfort of home or of her brother and mother. She was a creature that lacked fear but was wise enough to keep herself from harm; was this the reason he didn’t want to sleep? Did he even have a home? Sekhmet pondered these things drifting in and out of her focused state almost as though she debated sleeping herself, yet still conscious enough to respond and react.