[Liem still does not know what to think of this strange man, who moves with strength of both body and purpose, who claims the mantle of the divine, but who is fallible in such mortal ways. He has ever shown the limits of his understanding with his greed for more of it, has proven susceptible to trickery that used his own hunger to blind him. His cleverness and his mercenary nature do not seem so inscrutable to Liem's mortal eyes, nor does Set's wariness when speaking of himself seem unfamiliar; Liem wonders if this is a revelation, or just his own arrogance and failure of imagination as a mortal man. It is normal for people to seek a mirror of themselves in the divine.

Still, the stillness that seizes him when Set steps closer is the normal, mundane stillness of a very private man whose space is being casually invaded while he's in his own kitchen. His brows crease in a slight frown as he looks warily up at Set, trying not to notice the heat of him through the fabric covering his shoulder.]

Food such as civilized people eat does not agree with me. It is like ash in my mouth, and it often goes down kicking and screaming.

[He cannot quite help the terseness in his tone, built up over many a year of priests and physicians attempting to sort out his diet. Often, in his younger years, he had been ill because of the failure or outright refusal of his guardians to feed him things he could actually tolerate. Understanding had been a rarity.]

Time spent in the sun makes it worse — but I simply fare better at some times than at others.