[sorry this is late, had to finish cleaning something...]
The jackal had remained silent for the remainder of the chat, before padding off after the goddesses, His gaze turned towards the familiar black coated jackal that had begun to walk next to him, Before he craned his head towards Bastet and Hathor, a low growl escaping his throat as he fastened his pace, "Perhaps it was best I had come out, I've been unaware of the...Sickness, running back in his history...And even if he has skipped a generation of this illness, I'd prefer to not have a early mummification, if you will" The god whispered, giving off a low sigh, his arms still behind him, he quickly stepped back, trying to not be seen, but as his orbs scanned the room, his gaze had quickly landed on Zuberi, before the God had slipped back farther away, his ear perking up with curiosity as he quickly kneeled next to the jakal beside him, his gaze peeling off of the pharaoh to the prized protecter, with a silent grin, he quickly stood up, piercing gaze moving back to the pharaoh...so this was the throne room...with a small snicker, the god stared at the pharaoh, with more curiosity then anything, so this was what he looked like alive...perhaps he'd live a bit longer, with a small chuckle, the god crossed his arms over his chest