The moon was bright, everything was quiet. You had your telescope out, looking up at the moon and stars, observing everything. Khonsu observed you quietly, taking in every expression you had while looking at the sky.

“It’s beautiful. Isn’t it? Every time you look up, it’s like you see a painting.”

He smiles softly, looking up at the night sky with you. His expression was soft and caring, yet had a stern edge.