"Much the same I fear." She watched him, cautiously. He gave her some semblance of peace, and she did not wish that to leave. She would feel terrible if he acted awkward around her. She could try and remember, but for now left it in the foggy part of her mind that was still clouded by alcohol.
She ignored the fact she'd broken one of her father's laws, laws she usually upheld to a great decree, but this was a law she often broke now she was with Hathor. Should her husband resurface, and she often doubted he would, and demanded answers she had always said she'd ask him where exactly he'd been. And he knew her habits, beneath it all she was still a lioness.
She did not like this awkwardness between them, feared it might devolve into something worse. She was a creature that met problems head on, unwilling to beat around the bush. She was at a loss now. Usually hathor was there, easing the early morning awkwardness with easy talk and laughter. She was unsure how to handle this.
She was unsure if he knew, or should know, how deeply she cared for him. She pushed her doubts aside, to think over them another time and to study what it is she felt. With a smile she set her fingers to his cheek, "I have no regrets. I'm very capable of making my own decisions, drunk or not. My body tells me I enjoyed last night, even if my memory is cloudy. If I'd been unwilling, I would not have remained." There were bad memories there, ones she did not go into as she sat up, not knowing what else to do. God or mortal, it was never easy when hearts were in line. "I will shower, it will clear my head."
"Then, breakfast I suppose." She did not ask if he wished her to stay or go. She left it in the air, not knowing what to do if he said leave. Carefully she sat up, surveying the room.