Shesmu reached for a napkin and wiped his lips, trying to think of the best answer to give.
"Well," he finally spoke, looking up at her from where he sat, turning a little to where she was at the sink. "I guess that's ours to decide. We can always go back to the way it was before. Nothing has to really change. You- well, you've always been important to me, Sekhmet. I don't want this to change that."