Horus was sat comfortably, one arm propped on the hollow carve-out of the window. His appearance was a sharp contrast to the casual aura surrounding him. He was visibly battered and bruised; with multiple bandages wrapped around his body to help wounds heal. He winced now and then whenever he moved, but he still seemed happy.

He had reason to be. He defeated the god of war in a contest; which was even more impressive as he was just a demigod. He didn't seem to notice you as you walked in.