Good. There is a limit to the amount of humiliation one pharaoh can take, even for a fair beauty.

[ In a turn of events, Ozymandias lowers his tone to something resembling more of an indoor voice. Entering the corridors of Thesa Station, he follows her scampering form, though he will easily take over the pace if need be.

He has no idea what sent her in to this mood, really. All he knows is that one way or another, he’d like to unearth the reason. ]

What do you wish to be called?