Khonshu found it curious enough that the man was so welcoming to even his battered appearance. He looked more like his avatar's twisted brother, than his avatar himself, but it appeared to matter little. Khonshu perceived it as unconscious recognition and took to it happily. He perched down near to Ra's avatar, his smile mostly hidden.

It was an odd image, truth be told. It was undeniably meant to be the sun, and yet it was so small, its power and glow smothered by the dark surrounding it. The black covering the page was was certainly in excess, and perhaps that was true of Ra's condition: swallowed up in shadow.

"I do, Ra, very much," he replied, taking no mind to referring to the vessel by the name of the God it held.