Khonshu jerked back when the man reacted with sudden force -- no, no man, not anymore -- and he did not fight to grasp him again. It was more the flash of light than the strength of his arms which kept him at bay. Delight spilled deep in Khonshu's chest, but it was quieted by his relief and admiration of his kin.

"No, not threaten, not that it would matter," assured Khonshu, daring to creep close again, eyes squinting against the brilliant light. "Gods don't die." Khonshu smiled then, the expression only half pleasant. "Ra..."