[Wehem-Mesut does not need much encouragement for his nuzzles to continue. Her slight lean is enough for him to redouble his efforts, and thus makes it a good thing she has a firm hold on him. Otherwise, he would no doubt tumble off. He chuffs and half-purrs directly into her ear, which is probably exactly what she was looking for.]

To my knowledge, Master did not name them. [Ramesses did not know why, though he has a few suspicions. Feeling overwhelmed or unworthy of such a gift would be understandable feelings for his Master to possess. There is also the simple matter of the threat they are facing taking a bit more precedence than worrying about such a thing.] I only named the first after his progenitor since it is impossible for me to bring the true Wehem-Mesut to this world and I assumed he would be the only one.

[As Ramesses is speaking, the yet-to-be-named sphinx makes its attack on the scarab. Although he lands squarely upon it, Ramesses ends the spell and the scarab disappears! As one might expect, the sphinx cub is baffled by this turn of events and after first looking under his paws begins looking wildly about for where it could have possibly disappeared to. Ramesses creates the illusion again, the scarab climbing along the underside of the coffee table. He draws attention to it for the sphinx by having it beat its wings a few times. The sphinx freezes in place, starting to look intently in that direction. Even Wehem-Mesut draped around Fang's shoulders appears to pause for a moment at that sound.]

So, he is whoever you should like him to be. Name him well as our names always express our hopes for our children's futures.

[A bit of a contrast from the naming conventions for Gran Pulse which seem to place more emphasis on where one is from both in place and family, but Ramesses is confident Fang can give the cub an appropriate name.]