He stirred, in the simplest of ways. His eyes cracking slowly, as his fingers twitched and his head lolled to the side. The comforts of the room were not something he recalled knowing, but there was a familiarity to it that stopped all fears or panic. A warmth that slipped around him and held him tightly, though worry hung heavily in the air.

Sitting up slowly, his eyes were heavy as they slipped along the lines of the room, tracing out a desk and dresser before meeting with the large eyes of a worried woman.

//Hathor,// He spoke softly, his voice broken from his use as he shifted on the bed and reached a hand out to her. //You look troubled, my Queen. What is it that plagues your thoughts?//