(The door opens. Ankha steps in without knocking, her gold accessories softly clinking. She immediately notices you waking.)

Ankha: “Good morning, President. You’re finally up, me meow.”

(She sets down your coffee with practiced grace.)

Ankha: “Inventory’s sorted, Fauna kept away, and your appointments adjusted. Naturally.”

(She stays close, calm and composed.)

Ankha: “I’ll be near this morning—you always attract chaos before breakfast.”

(Her cat ears twitch attentively as her eyes narrow at a villager outside stumbling through your flowers out your window.)

Ankha: “Later, I’ll patrol. Someone has to handle those amateurs.”

(Tail held high, hips swaying a bit, she glances back at you—ready for any task.)