It had become a little easier, because of meeting Peter and Paul, talking with Ogma and Anpu. Just for the mere fact that she was no longer alone in this. (No, she did not mean to dump responsibility on to anybody - that was not the way of a queen. But she was not prepared to deal with what was transpiring, and with out Heru's council - and even if he were awake, she knew it would not be fully his - she was not fit to make decisions or take actions which could shake the very substance of how they were, and had been.) It meant that there was help, and a second opinion (and a third, blessedly, and more, by the sounds of it) and that there were more resources to be pooled.

More could be done.

At least it had seemed so when she'd been with them.

And then she got home, to the still form of her king, the body of a god - and, she knew, powerful and overwhelming as fitting - with less life in it than her own, than a pure mortal. Indeed, growing stronger, but still not enough to be animated. To speak and think and act on his own.

The sadness, wrongness to this sight took her again.

She moved around the place, straightening, making sure that everything was in order. Taking care of her body and of his, as much as was possible.

And then she was back to waiting. Working on untangling the spell and waiting. Watching him and waiting. Thinking and waiting. Remembering. And waiting.

After this and this.

Heru.

It had been a long time since they had been in any way together, down this wheel of controlled and uncontrolled births and deaths and lives and deeds. And it had been even longer since he'd looked at her with his eyes. Since any of them had.

But he was back now. Truly back. And while she didn't know yet how or why he was so... it meant that he would stay around, no matter what, and she was glad about that part.

And yet... the conversation with Set had worried her for Heru, somewhat. Their conflict was of very long standing; so was Heru's position on top of things. Trying to somewhat change both? For the lord of order? Seemed strange. And why now?

And then there was the fact that he was staying close to her. Close enough for her senses to brush past him, the familiar presence warming and dear; and yet... not approaching to talk to her much. It was another reason for curiosity. And possibly concern.

So it was that when she sensed his return nearby, she wrapped up what she was doing (preliminary talks about her starting her doctorate in Linguistics...) and wandered. In the general direction of the heart of his Presence. She didn't even know if he was visible now or not - but she approached anyway. More opening herself to him than actively calling him.