[Yes: anyone can tell Set anything. If they are willing to accept that he might use it against them later, should they get in his way. He is a ruthless god, beyond the qualms and limitations of mortal morality, but for that very reason, he is at least a bastion against shame. For all that Set has forced his way heedlessly into Liem’s private life, seen him at his most piteous and discomposed, Liem has never for even a single moment felt that he failed to measure up in the god’s eyes.

Even though Hayame has only one eye with which to regard him, she manages the feat quite adroitly.]

I am not going to tell you.

[He says it as coolly and dispassionately as Gen might have imagined he would: all tightly-controlled poise, devoid of the warmth of companionship. He does not try to make Hayame understand because he does not want to make her understand. He does not want to coax and cajole and smooth her ruffled feathers to lead her gently to his side. She should understand on her own, and if she does not, he won’t debase himself by pleading with her to see things his way.]

Whose body touches my lips and why is not your business, just as I would not ask such a thing of you. And if there are others who know what I am for other reasons, that is not your business either.

[She truly does sound like a jealous lover, demanding answers after finding out he’s strayed from her side.]

In any case, I doubt Amos will feel the need to keep such a thing secret. Any number of Zenith’s shard-bearers will know before long.