Seth rested his head against the wall of the bed where he had woken up a few minutes ago after having fainted in response to another unexpected attack of his wrist's curse. His red eyes traveled to her left wrist, touching the bracelet for a second.

It had been strange to feel the magic of Isis again from her followers, that warm and gentle feeling that she hadn't felt in centuries... Seth had learned a lot of things lately. That humans could be so blind but at the same time, better than the gods themselves.

"Wasn't this bittersweet? These humans...even though they don't know I'm a man, they genuinely care, they even left medicine..."