[In the days immediately following the conclusion of the Harbinger Oracle, Liem avoids the public as much as possible. The discovery that the trial’s events were broadcasted publicly leads him to revert back to old habits, hiding his face with sunglasses and a wide-brimmed hat, going out for only necessary reasons—which leaves him at home a little more often than he otherwise would be.
By contrast, the familiar beating on his door is welcome, despite the racket the knocking raises all through his home. Liem is in his study when the knocking comes, working on a private project, and he shuts the door behind him before descending to receive his guest.
Somehow, the warm hands immediately framing his face still startle him.]
Yes, I am.
[Surprise lends that same slight flush of dusty violet to his cheeks. He hadn’t realized Set might actually be worried for him in a circumstance like this. His hands come up to briefly cover the god’s, before sliding down to his wrists.]
My time in the maze was less eventful than most, I’m sure. But please, come in.
[So the neighbours can’t gawk at them the entire time.]
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By contrast, the familiar beating on his door is welcome, despite the racket the knocking raises all through his home. Liem is in his study when the knocking comes, working on a private project, and he shuts the door behind him before descending to receive his guest.
Somehow, the warm hands immediately framing his face still startle him.]
Yes, I am.
[Surprise lends that same slight flush of dusty violet to his cheeks. He hadn’t realized Set might actually be worried for him in a circumstance like this. His hands come up to briefly cover the god’s, before sliding down to his wrists.]
My time in the maze was less eventful than most, I’m sure. But please, come in.
[So the neighbours can’t gawk at them the entire time.]