Seferia: *narrows her eyes as she listens to Sephiroth speak. After a moment, she releases a soft sigh and closes her eyes all together* Sit down. Before I make any opinion on this news, what is your estimations of her current state? Was there anything suspicious at all that you saw or heard?
Sekhmet: Mrr… You’re welcome. You were as smelly as a mule anyway. *soaks for a bit then gives her servants a quick nod. Soon after the nod, the servants move to the princess’s location and begin to lather her up. If it wasn’t evident that this girl is spoiled before, it is glaringly obvious now. Sekhmet just calmly sits there as the suds move through her fur and remove the grit and grime from the day*