She follows in his tracks this day but it was without hesitance a leisurely day. Even while the darkness clings to her she had settled her needs before she settled to accompany him. Death walked in silence almost a reminder this hunger is constant and would only grow. She had become lost in her conversation with the deep and following the patterns of deaths paws almost as if in a trance she never noticed Atum stop only her shadowy one which led to a shift in her paws slowing to a halt only broken from her trance as he spoke in a language that tickled her ears and drew her from the promises of the deep.

She only captured the last part of his statement understanding ‘upset’ and ‘listen’ as the key words and her eyes kept a deep glare about them. Her lips almost parted with a half growl in a challenge but she remained silent. She was as tall as he but not as heavy and perhaps she wouldn’t be as heavy as he was but this wasn’t the reason she kept her silence she was here to learn and speak the language that tasted like honey on her tongue or like the sweet promises and teachings of the deep who perhaps aided her in grasping its teachings faster than another living thing could. Perhaps she could show Atum one day.

Now it is when he begins to speak she takes caution in trying to repeat the phrases he would speak. A slight annoyance when she had to be corrected but she knew it was a process not all came easily, nothing is truly a gift. Everything must be taken. "ϮϪⲰ ⲄⲀⲢ ⲘⲘⲞⲤ ⲚⲰⲦⲈⲚ ϪⲈ ⲚⲚⲀⲤⲰ ⲒⲤϪⲈⲚ ϮⲚⲞⲨ ⲈⲂⲞⲖ ϦⲈⲚⲠⲞⲨⲦⲀϨ ⲚⲦⲈⲦⲀⲒⲂⲰ ⲚⲀⲖⲞⲖⲒ ϢⲀⲦⲈⲤⲒ ⲚϪⲈϮⲘⲈⲦⲞⲨⲢⲞ ⲚⲦⲈⲪⲚⲞⲨϮ.""I will stay here until the evening." Perhaps she knew it was just to help her progress and yet she despised never getting to the things the wished to ask and know, she was eager but never without cause.

Sekhmet paused taking a step forward looking into his eyes with eagerness. "ϮϮϨⲞ ⲞⲨⲚ ⲈⲢⲰⲦⲈⲚ ϢⲰⲠⲒ ⲈⲢⲈⲦⲈⲚⲞⲚⲒ ⲘⲘⲞⲒ.”"Are you afraid of me?" This was her question and perhaps she knew the answer but oh how she longed to ask him carefully trying to pronounce each word with as much fluidity she could muster. She took a few steps closer to his side before sitting near to his side. She was comfortable and this was how she would show it she wouldn’t offer emotion or show kindness but she was perhaps willing to show teeth and mingling for these weren't always the tools of death, but of expression as well.