Fluffy ears twist to the sound of his voice as he spoke of her name. She remained silent diligently attempting to make sure not to miss a word he had spoken despite how badly she wished to interject. To find who had taken from her. Yet, his words pressed on and it kept her from speaking out brazenly trusting in his words to some extent despite her own beliefs gnawing their defiance she did her best to relax her figure and settle onto her haunches. Sekhmet was uncertain of how one could be tricked out of vengeance but she supposed it was a possibility even if he said he didn’t wish her vengeance stolen the deep would never allow her to deviate from her purpose and pact.

Atum then spoke of reverence before sighing and apologizing? The action was uncommon to her and maybe the puzzled look could be seen in her eyes, but she waited until he had finished before offering him her muzzle to bump against; “Death is the last part of living and life is learning to die. Perhaps you are named to be the beginning and I am a path to the end. Bonds, good or bad can’t help but be formed, they can pass between life and death. They can even remain screaming in the void. You shall always be to my right if you chose it, you are my most trusted adviser and you the first of new blood to have who have heard the name of the nameless. I can respect your words and opinions, but I must follow my own beliefs too. As much as I wish you to remain in my companion we will have differing opinions but, I will support your own right should you support mine.” Sighing she withdrew from the closeness her muzzle offered.

Perhaps Atum would out right reject her proposition, but her words weren't offered lightly. No one else held as much trust as she had granted Atum her teacher and companion. “If you have an interest in still teaching me, I would like to teach you as well.” The deep was a sacred thing to her and teaching its ways was not something she took lightly. Standing and shaking any gathering snow flakes from her pelt she kept her eyes on him. “I have others you are free to meet should you like. You may pass your judgment on them but they are my own until they choose to leave or I see they must go.” Her words were firm, while she respected his opinion and him as a teacher Sekhmet would not give up her placement within the deep. She would not give up her own and she could only hope he respected that.