That he wanted her to stay made her smile, not a smile she gave many and one that showed a different goddess underneath everything. She looked down to his hand and briefly set her fingers around his before rising. "I will be happy to. Meat if you have it, as bloody as possible." As long as it was not human, she allowed herself a few luxuries. Addictions were hard to break.
Briefly she leaned down and set a kiss on his cheek before rising and moving to the shower. She'd never seen a need to feel ashamed of her form and did not do so now. She knew she was pleasing enough to look at. The shower did help her sort through her thoughts, allowing her to categorize them in neat piles of 'think about it later' and 'think about it when you have Hathor, who can make sense of it'.