Khonshu frowned behind the mess of his cowl. Again, not unexpected, but still unpleasant all the same. He was not discouraged. At the very least, he knew Ra was present at all. The company soothed him more than he would admit. For all his glory, Khonshu was a child God still.

Khonshu came forward, head cocked as he peered at the opened book, and the quick glimpses of what laid within. What he saw brightened his resolve and he grinned again, the scraps of the cowl turning lopsided.

"Turn the pages back," he coaxed, eager to lay eyes on the symbol he had seen in passing, the obvious evidence of the God that lurked in the man. He lurked near, gesturing idly with one hand in a twirling gesture. The gloves of his vestments had been long ruined, and a messy twist of bandages served instead, dangling loosely around his fingers.