You were not yourself he says, and Sakhmet briefly closes her eyes. She knows it to be true, there is no argument that tries to force its way onto her tongue. When she opens her eyes again, the grey mare only contemplates if she was ever actually going to find herself again. Perhaps fragments, pieces she could glue back together to make some reflection of herself. Even as Antares looks out to his Mira, Sakhmet can see that he is no longer whole either. Although it is not another that embraces Sayyida, it is also not him, and she can see the tearing at the seams all the same.


“I will be among them.” Sakhmet answers, a certainty in her voice that should have been a question. She knows it will be dangerous, but the mare has never balked at a threat. Perhaps if she continues to find purpose, continues to give her hooves direction, then she will also continue to improve. “In the meantime, I would like to return to the Peak.” she adds. “I do not like being away from my charge, and I would be easy to notify when the movement has started.” The warriors of the Peak would be involved, she was sure, since that was their entire purpose.


Again, Sakhmet glances towards the Sheik. She wonders what will become of her once Nashira is old enough and trained enough to return to the Dunes. Would she return to being a simple existence here among the Sadim? It shouldn’t be a worry for now; there were plenty of things ahead of her that Sakhmet needed to face before worrying over that.


“Unless there is a priority here that I must attend?” Sakhmet asks, not sure if there is anything Antares has yet to tell her that would prevent her return to the Peak.