The same Jaffa herded her down towards the bathing chamber, the very one in which she'd used the hand device on Daniel. Their steps were the only outward sign they were tired, the feet dragging just a little, staff weapons lingering longer on the ground any chance they got. They made no complaint as they obeyed their God. Their replacement guards had yet to arrive, but after their Master had cleansed himself, they would be relieved of duty for the day.

She was to draw the bath only, food left for the other slaves to prepare, but Vala suddenly slipped the dagger into her waistband with a speed that surprised both guards. The Crocodile God had only said he'd consider the matter of arming her, but his Judgement on the Unclean recently would also have been enough. However, their God clearly cared about this human, and perhaps she should be armed. For once, their orders weren't clear. Or maybe it was. Unfortunately for one of the guards, it was exhaustion from trip and the previously sweltering heat that hindered their judgement. The guard, snarling, swung a staff weapon at her legs, hard enough that it would leave a mass of bruises if he hit.