Kaden's voice sounded gruff, and over the phone Qebhet couldn't tell whether he was putting up a front, or whether he was truly so resigned to being ill-treated. Either option broke her heart a little.
"Often it's not," she agreed gently. "But we can choose how we treat one another, and I chose thoughtlessly." She fiddled with the amulet bag, her fingers finding the slender peak of Ma'at's ostrich feather crown. She pulled the figurine out, brushing a thumb across the engraved stone and feeling the answering whisper of heka from within. "I mean what I said. If you want me to keep away, I will."