Scarab let him help her down, landing lightly on her sandal-clad feet, her dreadlocks trailing down her back.
"It's not a hut, it's a small palace," she said with a smile, and motioned him to follow as she lead the way through the garden. "And I'm not really alone. I have my servants and my slaves and my guards. I have no family, though, if that's what you mean," she added, and though there was sadness in those words, her parents had been gone for ages. It was an old ache, rather than a fresh sort of pain.