"I'll have mortals to run it," Hathor said, waving away that concern. "Already it has them in place. The hotel is up and running, I'll just be the one taking over and making the new decisions. Don't you see, Sekhet?" she said to her sister-self, wrapping her arms around the lioness. "It is a place that I can make truly my own, where I can't paint the walls in our colours and prayers, so that each and every mortal that walks through the door and stays will think on us. I'm going to make it a place full of music and life and the songs of old."
"We can keep this home here," she said to both of them. "And you can return and visit the desert whenever you wish. Or even choose to stay here as a family. I wouldn't fault you that, self. Greeks are everywhere to be found as well. Just yesterday I drank with one at a bar only blocks from here." She hadn't felt like mentioning that before.