He was the flesh of Shu, a mortal consecrated into Shu’s service. He knew as much as one mortal could about that which was his god’s own place in the pantheon. He had seen horses break their legs for a desire to run across earth ill fitted for them. He had seen horses fall, their necks broken with a poor choice of footing. He had seen mouths spew blood as hearts burst because the tax on the body was too great to maintain as long as they did.

Her hatred is still unabated and he knows better than to be too close once she is stilled. He sees in her the wind of Antares and knows that was why she hadn’t the speed to keep him from overtaking her. She might have run until there was no earth left, surely, but he knew that Antares’ own teacher had burst his heart for pushing too hard, too fast, too unthinking in his devastation over his stillborn son. It had nearly broken Antares - and he knows it would break Eness, perhaps even Atair who did seem to favor her with the same eye as himself. "You are Gifted wind, lady, but you are not Gifted an immortal heart. Your lungs will take it, but your heart will burst - I have seen it." He virtually ignores her lashing words, accustomed to the beatings given by wagging tongues.

He was, after all, the lowest of the four and seen as entirely surplus save for the talent Shu had gifted him.

She is pained again, and he almost regrets stopping her at the shore instead of turning her towards the interior again… saving that there would be a few who would have beaten him for his negligence. "What would it matter, if Shu did not leave me mortal? You have no attachment." She almost spits her words at him and he sighs, unperturbed by just another healthy dose of womanly spirits meaning to remain untamed and unbanked. "Do you think I am blind? Or a eunuch?" He does not jest, persay, but his unabashed bluntness was something he thought she needed. "If your spirit wasn’t turned so sour against any who might favor you with kindness or affection, save Eness, you might not think me so utterly bereft of good sense not to value a woman of your caliber."

He shakes himself, walking to sniff at the lapping tongue of a wave, tenor voice dropping low. "You love her and you give her up for her sake. I have felt that pull, the pull that you know may not be answered. It is a cruelty that the gods allow Set to play on us. You have my empathy, even if you do not want it."