She grinned, "messy, you? Never Butcher." She could joke, but only with those nearest to her. The mask of what she was only slipped for them.
"Never. Self loves her." To Sekhmet, Anouke was as much hers as she was Hathor's. It simply worked that way. "Nefertem was worse. Lotuses everywhere." She did not go to pick up the child. Not when he was finally comfortable enough to not worry about hurting the young cub.
"She needs companionship is all. Shame there are no more pharoah's. Royalty should be companion to royalty. Self will find places for her to mingle with other children." She glanced to Shesmu, knowing he stayed behind more then he joined her for a hunt. "It will give you time to do what you must. She's old enough to be around others."