He is surprised by the level of balking that Sayyida seems to exhibit despite her own question of her first time standing as Voice of Wosret. She asks him but he wonders if she actually had intended an answer. He finds a sort of peace knowing his own shared-womb twin had found love, wholeness, at last. There was a settling of his own gut, the tension of years being twin to an utterly foreign feeling brother fading to something like true peace.

It does not, however, stop him from being there for the young mare who had done her first work as Mira over them. First, he answers her. He tells her what will be asked of her and why she needn’t distrub her Husband. Then he compliments her because she has indeed done well -- but also he does not know why she sighs as though his answer was more burden than reassurance and he recalls, with ease by the way, his brother’s response to an unhappy bride.

He owed her aid more than he owed himself the delight of a twin made whole. He owed her more compliments than a congratulation to flesh of his own flesh. She was Mira.

His ears split direction from one another, but he is reassured by her expression just before she had the concern growing back within them. "They are just words to us now, Sayyida. They are not a part of our new differences and new offerings. I wouldnt disrespect or demean the wonderful work you have just done in service of my twin by uttering the Old Way’s petrified and fossilized words." He looks out to his brother again and he feels in his heart what Sayyida feels the need to express outwardly.

He had been in the presence of too many courts to freely express himself - risking the ire of someone in contrary mind to himself. Even here he acts as such. "You are more than we could have hoped as Mira and following your heart in this has proven a blessing that I cannot thank you enough for. There is no disservice in creating a place in old and dusty traditions for joy and love, not only firmness and law."

He tries to lighten the mood again, this time teasing her as any brother might, but he realizes too late that she was not yet prepared to laugh over her potent desire for his brother. He only seems to lose the added tension in his shoulders when his flexing slowly subsides. "I did not want to frighten her with going into all of the details, and I imagine that knowing she shall have a Golden Year might bring comfort to her if she struggles with the idea of lesser wives as I have."

"Well tell my brother, Your Husband, in your private moments - for he will come to you with them soon, if he has not already - that your first act as Mira should be commemorated so that every First Wife earns that Right from their Husband as tradition and not ever again as bride price."

Then she rises to elation and he cannot help the smile that splits his expression from it’s somber respectful stoicism. He almost chokes on his own laugh, "I see your purpose, sister." He is glad that she has broken free of her sigh-mindset at least, however, and was loathe to bring it back out in her. "Tell me of the flaxen woman you found?"

He is not very overt, but there is a distinct single flare of his nostrils and if she had a mind to watch his chest, she could have seen how it did cause a bit of a tremor with it’s beating. "Shahrazad." His voice is sheepish and warm, though he does look at his brother and Eness a little more wistfully than perhaps meant high hopes for himself and the girl who had drawn his attention. "She is vibrant and she collects stories like none other that I have ever met save for the Priest and Priestesses of Thoth, Maat, Osiris, or Re."

He looks down, considering. "Many of Mira would say that if Atair has found his Soul Sewn, then I have none in me to be sewn to another. Some would say that Atair and I only have half a soul each to give our Sewn. Scarce few reassured us that we both would have souls because we are not identical - but we took heart as children that we might find such happiness." He looks up at the pair as his brother reaches out and touches his betrothed with a gingerness speaking to his trauma but also his cherishing of the young lady.

"If I am without soul to bind into wholeness, I will live life fulfilled that it was Atair who was given that gift… that you, Sayyida, gave him that gift. There is such healing in him even this short while after."