She is slower than the mirror-faced snake, and for some reason it is choosing to chase her, and she is not in dense enough forest to lose it by going up a tree or between a couple too narrowly spaced for it. So it catches her before emergency services can turn up.
And then she is somewhere else, in a not particularly attractive room next to a person who looks sort of off somehow.
"Excuse me," she says, taking a step out of his personal space.
"It sounds like the palace is fine. - can we stay here indefinitely, if we work on vaccines and so on -"
" - does everyone else not have a problem with the floor, it really seems like the demeaningness is the point."
"I think it's very silly, I stopped kneeling to my gods decades ago and they didn't mind, but I don't have special floor-related issues. Doesn't this make it difficult to play with all the small children your species wants, orcs are on the floor constantly when they have babies."
"Those soldiers are wearing shoes. And when playing with babies you don't press your face on the floor, you just sit on it."
"It's not meant to be distressing. It's about - acknowledging Abadar. Other countries don't have a god pick their kings and it's important to Osirians that we're doing something different from what they're doing."
"Does that mean that since I don't in fact kneel to the gods I normally have conversations with, I can skip it?"
"Only because all this irregular nonsense is happening, otherwise they leave me alone sometimes." Fond glance at his husband.
"I will try to work something out but - a lot of Osirion's traditions around the pharaoh aren't good for me personally and it's not - it'd be disrespecting my duties to my people if I ignored them."
"I promise you I'm not a mass murderer because I did too much making my life tolerable. The opposite."
"It isn't really very important but it doesn't make a lot of sense to me that your duties to your people would of necessity take this form."
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