Blinking as the one person she assumed would be withdrawn and quiet seizes her arm and begins pulling, Sekhmet permits herself a soft laugh as the young druid interjects herself and attempts to seize command of the situation.  And in truth, the feel of those ample breasts against her arm do much to convince her to hold her tongue for the moment.<br/><br/><strong>"Bossy little thing, aren't you,"</strong>she says as she permits herself to be guided toward a staircase.  Then she turns to see how the delicate princess is taking this act of<em>lese majeste</em>.<br/><br/>Her smile, though, is mostly one of an older sibling tolerating a younger sibling.<br/>