[Liem shifts against Set only enough so that he can better see their hands, untucking his face from the warm crook of his shoulder in order to be more present in this moment. He watches quietly as the god completes his own small inspection — confident that Set will not suddenly refuse him, but still seized by a glimmer of pleasure when he sees the god slide the ring onto his smallest finger.

He cannot recall ever seeing Set wear finger jewellery before, but the colour of the stones and the gleam of the gold both suit him well.]

It is new, and old, [he says.] I had one just like it before I left my world behind. It used to sustain me with its magic.

[When he was too ill to eat, and too starved to rest. With it, he had not needed to endure his body’s fitful hunger or the heaviness of exhaustion from his sparse hours of rest — though the craving for blood had never gone away, even after all his other needs had subsided.]

I found this one in Highstorm’s markets — but I don’t actually need it anymore.

[Because he has Set to sustain him instead.]