[ Ugh. Somehow, he can't feel that surprised that Amos seems to have been fully drawn into Yima's allure. It's hardly subtle when Gen shoots Amos a sideways stare back, brow furrowed as he gives a quick little click of the tongue. (Somewhere at the very, very back of his mind, an old memory flickers. The details are foggy, but he feels like he's caught a glimpse of something from Amos that reminds him very much of Yima. At the same time, the short hairs at the back of his neck rise. He wonders why.)

Whatever. He'll talk about this with Amos later. For now, he just wants this conversation over and done with.

Yima gestures between them, and Gen stiffens ever so slightly, lower eyelid tensing in a wary squint as he regards the hand held their way. Like a feral dog distrusting of a kind offer of food. ]

There's no real point in showin' it to you, is there?

[ It's subtle, but does Set spot it? The way Gen shifts stance to rest a hand at his belt, seemingly in a display of stand-of fish aggression -- but his fingers brush over the opening to that pouch, as if to ensure that it's still firmly fastened and hasn't been touched. He knows that the effigy's object is safely squirreled in there, but he can't help wanting to double-check that it hasn't been hampered with. ]

We're takin' it back to camp until we can take'em all where they belong at once. Best to get it there as quick as we can, to keep it safe. [ He glances once more towards Amos with that last bit, tilting his head towards the path that they'd been headed down. Even if Amos is caught deep in Yima's spiderweb, he should at least understand the gravity of the task that awaits them, right? ] So we're gonna get going, yeah?