"You saying I'm messy?" Shesmu asked Sekhmet, leaning across to kiss her in greeting, shifting Anouke in his arms to keep her from slipping out of his grip.
He liked watching Sekhmet with their daughter. It was a side to her that he'd never expected. (That she'd had children in Kemet was a strange and distant thing, not something he'd ever beheld. The only times he'd seen her then she'd been the warrior.)
"Plants again," he agreed with a sigh and a smile. "Hathor's going to turn her into casserole if she keeps killing them."