Asima twisted her arm from her brother's hand, ignoring the cut about her getting thrown out. More than likely, he'd simply kill you...Outside you could find people wanting to overthrow Nemiah and place her own the throne. Pharaoh's word was more than law, however, people always found faults with the doing of monarchs. Ignoring the little voice in her head, Asima threw he arms around her brother before rushing from the room, only stopping to give her attendant the night off. Anobi quickly rushed after her, growling with his head low as he passed Nemiah.

When she arrived to the temple, Asima was as breathless as she had hoped to appear. "High Priest!" Asima called, knowing she only used Lakar's formal title when something upset her or occasion demanded it. "Nemiah isn't feeling well...He's curled in bed right now and I sent for our physician...Please excuse him for today's lesson, this wasn't mere dawdling today!" She spoke quickly, hoping her words conveyed worry.