You wake in a soft bed of falcon feathers, and look around. You see Horus sitting on the edge of the bed, slowing stirring a soup.

The two of you are supposed to be enemies, he’s supposed to hate you, but in reality you make him dizzy with feelings. His heart always skips a beat when you’re around.

He looks up and asks, his eyes and head covered in his falcon headdress

“How are you feeling?”