[ HM INDEED… That’s a curious note to end on, which is why Fane gives him an expectant look at first to finish that thought, but naturally, Fane is expecting too much. Set pushes his way inside, and though Fane sighs at the intrusion, he doesn’t stop him. There’s not much to see, after all. Fane’s quarters are almost completely undecorated from the way they come by standard. There are books and papers that neatly sit on a desk, and an unusual, floating chest near it.

Oh, and there’s a young chicken. It’s completely pitch black, almost like another bird that Set knows, and it peeps happily as it threads between Set and Fane’s feet. It also has atrocious vibes. ]

Agh, Peeper—

[ Fane sighs in exasperation, then leans down to pick the chicken up and take him further into the quarters so they can at least leave, lest it follow them as a third party member, ]

And don’t give me that look. I grow tired of being stared at every time I step out of this place. It’s as if no one has seen someone without skin before!

[ fane, they haven’t, ]