I cannot save you from it. I never promised that, [ he reminds him, even as he allows Dimitri to press his face below the line of his jaw. Set reaches up to tug his hair aside, leaving the bare line of his shoulder displayed for the young man to huddle against, if that is what he needs. Set is not a small man, nor waifish in any capacity; even without his power, he is steady and does not buckle under blows or the weight of a barely-calm warlord with, from what he has heard, insane strength of his own.

He strokes his palm along the back of Dimitri's neck, fussing at the collar of his shirt as he parts his knees and settles his weight a little better against the ground. ]

But, I am here to help you carry the burden. I carry the same responsibility as you, as you have called my name in oath — the madness of my nature must have filled you, pushed you to this [ it is an explanation that sounds like an excuse, a way for Dimitri to move forward by shifting some blame to the god that he had agreed to ally with — ], possessed you.

[ A wry, nasty smile. Haunted, perhaps: ] I have been known to bewitch the hearts of men, after all.