Eventually, even she woke. Cat-like laziness aside her warrior mind still whispered of unfamiliar territory. That and the very clear urge to eat. Preferably a bloody steak (she always felt a little guilty for eating it). She stretched, knowing her body well enough to let it wake gently. The sudden voice had her eyes fly open and for a moment they looked distinctly feline. It took her a few moments before her eyes cleared and lost that trait.
Still drowsy from sleep and too much wine, she was at first confused. It was only a few seconds as she realized everything.
She wasn't sure how to feel. She'd not felt awkward about waking net to anyone in a while. Her husband-brother hadn't showed his face in a while, and with Hathor it was never awkward to meet others. But they were strangers, and this was not. A line had been crossed, and too many things conflicted to be sure of anything. She just hoped she would not lose someone she cared deeply for. Perhaps too deeply, if she'd given in to an urge like this.
But she smiled, wondering why she feared he would look down on her. Or worse, cast her out. "Morning." her own voice was lazy from sleep, even if she was unsure of herself, not something she often was. "Sleep well?" It was the only other thing she could think to ask.