Taweret smiled. He didn't even know. Few men would make such admissions anymore. Such a sad state of things. A truly sad state of things.
It was sadder still, the answer to his question. "Place is crawling with Romans, Greeks and those that have taken on their ideals... these days," she replied. She sighed. "They have a far less healthy idea of how women are treated and how children are managed. Which would be why she didn't know who I was. The less of old Kemet the people remember and the more of Rome they take on... the less they want of us. But," she grinned.
"I'll be damned if my fat ass is gonna sit still and be forgotten. Bes neither. Not usurped by some self-righteous asses drapped in sheets." She leaned over and gave the infant and sweet pinch on the cheek. "Damn Greeks floated over and started renaming everything, like we weren't living here for thousands of years first. Kemet was suddenly Egypt. Aset was now Isis, Asar.. Osiris..." She waved her hand. "My brother, Djeheuty, never minded anyone calling him Thoth. But I'm not sure anyone can ruffle that old Ibis' feathers. Bes and I... got left alone, thankfully."