[ His hands remain locked firmly around the back of Liem's thighs, the man's weight balanced easily against Set's hip and waist as he travels the length of the branch — striding forth, as the limb narrows and creaks and begins to dip under their combined weight. As if he is being drawn, mindlessly toward the object of his obsession. While he is as likely to fade into sand and leave Liem stranded in the tree in order to bully him, he is just as likely to hold fast to him, fingers curled tight in against the material of his pants and the weight of him.

Never let it be said that Set was an easy read. Especially when he looks across the Beyond and says: ] It is an amazing place. Deadly and dark, beautiful all the same.

[ He says it quietly, his eyes wandering from the temple in the distance — out, and across the Beyond. Into the far horizon where he cannot tell if the world of Kenos continues on or dips off into the dark fall of starlight and cosmos, wondering what else is hidden there, what lives and breathes and exists in a land like this. If he can make it his. The curl of his lip bares the jut of a sharp tooth, nose lifted into the wind as if to catch the scent of anything. ]

We will proceed with caution. Who knows what may have taken up residence in or around the place. Though —

[ With a beaming smile, he bounces off the limb and into descent, adding with a bold cry: ] I am sure together, we will handle it all!