Sekhmet sits on the next boulder over. "I was, uh, dizzy. Like I had lost my balance. And then I, uh, tasted raspberries." There isn't much else to say. It is a nice day, isn't it. The weather is gorgeous, the stone is nice and warm. Sekhmet lounges against it, pouring some of her power into the rock so it becomes very warm indeed, hot enough to burn anyone else, but comfortably warn for her.