Hera found herself blushing as she met her soulmate's eyes as she woke the next morning in his arms. After his kisses the night before, he had embraced her and they had slept together in each other's arms. It was the safest Hera had ever felt like in her whole life.

"Hera?"

Hera glanced up and found his amethyst eyes swirling with kindness and the ever so dips of concern.

"Yes?"

His large hands cupped her cheeks and his forehead rested against her forehead, "I'm here, now."

"Ok."

His full lips tilted up, and he rolled from the mattress and went over to the basin to wash his face.

Hera smiled, "I have better facilities in my tent if you like."

He turned his shining head towards her, and she stood from the bed.

Imhotep followed her outside the tent and watched as from her small bag she pulled out a small box that she then enlarged into a tent. Once following her inside he found himself instead inside a grand hall instead of a tent.

Hera grinned and looked over her shoulder at him, "The girls and I had to rough it for awhile. I had quite the inheritance and so I got the best tent that the Wizarding World could offer which just happened to offer the emmenties of a nice manor house."

Hera turned to find her soulmate a little awestruck and giggled.

"It was even more extravagant than this originally but the girls and I toned it down quite a bit, so its much more tasteful now. It's also more in line with my aesthetic; which I've always been interested in with ancient cultures. Since we kind of always knew I would have to travel somewhere to my soulmate we decided that I might as well have a nice 'tent' manor."

Hera walked over to Imhotep and took his hand into hers, "Come, I'll give you a tour later. However, we need to get refreshed because we have much to do today." She squeezed his hand before calling out to one of the two house elves bound to the tent manor "Solzy, please come here."

In popped the wife house elf that was bound to the tent manor and Hera, dressed in a pillowcase that was made into a toga with beautiful vine details worked throughout it and the Peverell crest on the front and the Potter crest on the back.

"Oh, Mistress! Is this him?"

Hera smiled and looked over to Imhotep.

"Yes, this is Imhotep."

Imhotep was already kneeling down and smiling at the creature, "How do you do?"

Solsy stepped forward and hugged Imhotep's knees, "He's nice, Mistress."

Imhotep watched the small creature no doubt interested in its magic, and Hera watched him curiously wondering if he could see the bonds.

"House elves magic is unstable without binding themselves to another's magic. So throughout the ages they have decided to bind themselves to wizarding families in order to stabilize their magic while also caring for the family. Sadly not all wizarding families appreciate this and treat the elves with disrespect."

"Mistress saved Solzy!"

"Yes, Solzy and later her bond mate were two such elves that were mistreated. When the girls and I were on the run we were able to rescue them and the elves decided to bind themselves to me and the tent manor." Hera turned back toward Solzy, "Solzy, can you please bring Imhotep to the guest suite so he can get refreshed? Then be there for him to bring him back for breakfast. I'm thinking of having the Medjai, the Carnahans and O'Connell here for breakfast."

"Yes, Mistress."

"I'll see you soon." Hera smiled and blushed as Imhotep leaned forward to brush his lips against her cheek before he reached down to hold Solzy's hand before being swept away.

Hera turned on her toes and went to her suite to quickly do the same.

~Time Skip~

Hera was out of her suite and out of the tent before Solzy had re-directed Imhotep to the dining room like she hoped.

Taking a deep breath she made her way to her easiest target's tents first, "Evey, Jonathan, Rick, are any of you awake yet?"

"I've been awake since dawn."

Hera was quite proud of herself that she didn't jump, instead she turned and gave a wry smile toward Rick.

"Have you eaten?"

He shrugged, "Some jerky and some left over whiskey."

Hera shook her head, "How have you survived this long? Breakfast at my tent is being served for everyone."

Jonathan's head popped out of the tent, "Did I hear something about whiskey and breakfast?"

Evey came through completely dressed and put together, "There's breakfast?"

Hera smiled, "Yes, please make your way into my tent. Call for Korrey, and he'll help you to the dining room."

Evey tilted her head, her dark eyes scanning Hera's features trying to find some clue to the answer to the many questions she had popping up in her mind, "You have a dining room in your tent?"

Hera just smiled.

Jonathan looked between his sister and Hera, "Who's Korrey?"

Hera turned to him, "He's a house elf. He's a bit grumpy, but he's a good soul. Kind of like how Rick was when you first met him."

Jonathan's eyes widened, "A house elf! What!"

"Just go! It's best to get the best seats in the house now before I get the Medjai."

Hera stood by Rick who hung back with her as they watched his soulmate and her brother go around the corner and enter the tent before Jonathan's yell rang out, "Bloody hell!" Followed quickly by Evey's exclamation of "Oh my dear lord!"

Hera let out a laugh and looked over at Rick, "Well you better follow after them, don't you think?"

Rick sighed and raised an eyebrow, "Things are never going to settle down around you are they, kid?"

"That would be rather boring wouldn't it?"

He let out a huff of laughter and rubbed his neck, "I suppose it would."

As soon as Rick left, it didn't take long for Hera to find Ardeth. It seemed like she was already a little late for most of the men's usual early meal but most had another right about now so she asked if they'd wish to enjoy the buffet breakfast in her tent. All the Medjai were invited; men, women and children. The word spread quickly thankfully and by the time Hera arrived back to the tent after helping with some elderly and some injured ones the dining area was packed with a mixture of facial expressions.

Ardeth who had been curious had been awed at the preparation, for after just a couple days stationed near the Medjai camp Hera's house elves were able to fluently speak and write in the Mejai's dialect. So along with Kumat and English, there were also labels with the Medjai translations of the food next to each item on the tables.

Hera was glad that the manor no longer looked like it did when she first bought it, like the English manors but instead it was a nice mixture of Mediterranean that would hold similarities to the desert people's culture.

All in all Hera looked over everyone and thought it was a good start to the first day toward bridging the gap between the two people's, perhaps mending some bridges and gaining some trust back so that they could move forward for the betterment of Magical Egypt.