Her eyes closed and lips puffed out with a small sound in the back of her throat, a little whimper. Her hands rose, placed gently on the sides of his head, and her own lips pressed kisses on his face - his brow, his cheeks - gently, quickly, mindlessly for a few moments. Drawn, excited by his touch, by his kiss. By his words.

//You were unconscious for so long. Oh Heru, my Heru... I felt so helpless back there, couldn't stop you from slipping away, couldn't do anything. And then days, days where life was but dwindling inside you...//

A mortal couldn't help being attracted by a god. And when the god - well, goddess - inside the mortal objected not at all... well. Affectionate.
But then, even with Ogma and Anpu giving a breather of respite, she'd been worried for too long.

Then the queen forced herself to some semblance of control, and a smile. Hathor's smile. //But it will be alright. It is better already.//