Kebechet comes before the throne, and... stops. They kneel, first on one knee, then both, hands folded before them, a much practiced gesture of deference. Kebechet is silent for a moment, supplicant before a foreign throne, before turning their head slowly to look over at Noctis.

"Where did you see us do such things?" The voice within the mask is quiet, calm, but perhaps there is the faintest echo of concern.