A softened look was given to Myrria in return for her affectionate greeting; a rarity from Sekhmet that most do not have the pleasure of ever witnessing. Yet their relationship had blossomed into something more kindred than simple companionship or the need to kill their loneliness. Myrria had never been gifted the opportunity to form a bond like the one she and Sekhmet share before. For the past three years she was completely alone and so maybe that meant she latched onto the first being to show her a way to some twisted form of happiness.

She accepts Sekhmet’s grateful smile with the return of her own but it did not last very long as she hears of what her companion had been through in her missing time. There was a bitter note to her words as she explained why she was covered in the odor of a male. Myrria moved closer to her in order to console her broken pride, all the while looking for any injuries sustained during the attack. Sekhmet reaches out as she came closer, her teeth wrapping around Myrria’s muzzle in a possessive manner before releasing back. Her question was one that could not be answered immediately. Myrria was not sure if she questioned her relationship with Sekhmet; until now she thought she was certain what they were to one another.

”You do not have the other’s blood on you nor are you bleeding. What kind of attack was this?” she asks in an unconvinced manner. She had seen Sekhmet after a fight even if she did not have very many bites on her own flesh there was always blood from the victim somewhere. It was suspicious to say the least and Myrria had a feeling that all of Sekhmet’s thoughts were not being divulged. ”You are all that I have now,” she confesses as she thinks back to how Exodus witnessed her attack. There was no way she could go back to her family after that - they would never let her.

The painful expression in her gaze settles as Sekhmet rises to her feet and moves deeper into the cavern where the light fades into darkness. She follows obediently after the larger female, her claws clicking against the stone as she approaches at a slow jog. Even standing she is still nearly even in height with Sekhmet as she remains lying down, but there was a comfort in the immense size of her comrade. The monochromatic femme stopped before her and settled into a laying position that faced her. She was close to the warmth of Sekhmet’s large body, their legs intermingling as she wiggled close. She wanted nothing more than to erase the other scent off of her wicked partner for good.