[ Though he places the weapon within reach of one who is an ally in name, Akua's request to examine the trident is met with the narrowing of Set's brilliant eyes and the thinning of his mouth. He had examined it in comparison to the other items within the armory, electing not to touch anything aside from it -- for it did not harbor the blue, biting cold glow of the Blight. Akua asks to examine it, and he almost feels insult. ]

Do you think I am incapable of discerning that on my own?

[ Perhaps it is due to the cold, that his tone borders on snappish. Hauled from the water, he feels the cold in odd bursts and patches, curbed primarily from reaching him in extremes by his divine nature. He may be limited, reduced, but there is a mightiness to him, a fey hardiness. Even as he asks the scathing question, though, he hauls his form closer to Akua, curling towards her with his bare knees and wrists, the trident held aloft from the ground so that it does not scrape audibly as he guides it to her own hands.

Even though he snags at resistance, it is because he's a freaking tsundere. In the wake of his mean little question, he murmurs: Very well. At your leisure. Because. She's smart to check and he's smart to take advantage of her abilities. To learn of them. It is why he comes to ask: ] What sort of power is it that you have, Akua? It seems widely varied and easy to apply to multiple situations.