He was unsure why he had stayed so long in Egypt. Perhaps the homesickness, so easy to ignore when he was far away. But it mattered not, except that he did not return until the hour was late, and Clarissa was long gone for the day.

The way he preferred it right now, truthfully.

He was at his window, looking out when he heard the voice. Too thin to be Horus, and yet - he had known the other god too long to convince himself that it was not. It took him only a moment to set down the drink he had poured himself.

Another to be in Heru's home, where he found himself in the aftermath of a battle. The question of who was answered, mostly, by the indent of a mace in the wall.

"You look terrible," he said a bit gruffly as he bent down. "I just cannot leave you anywhere."