Asima sighed as a response, then opened the doors leading to her brother's chambers. Who cares if he rememebers the toads? A little voice told Asima. Too late to turn back now. Floating in, she glared around, "Nemiah! I will not! You go and inform him 'You're so ill!' Do you think you can do that as Pharoah? Just let everyone know, 'Oh I'm sick so I won't be making peace with a nation at war with us today. I'll do it tommorrow!' Don't be silly!"

While talking, Asima began pacing, Anobi next to her, though his head was down and his short hair was bristling slightly.

(It's fine, I understand...Hope you don't mind me barging in your room! :D)