Wheeling Gull Isle lana i loko o ke kai sapira,

ramesses received nothing for his troubles. a black lip lifted, but he thought better of pressing the issue. instead he scanned the work of the odd animal. so he was more than some fellahin' this one had some skill with fishing, even if it was shellfish pried from stone. not above hard work, and performing labour while injured.
the estimation rose, though pharaoh's eyes still saw only a servant. the focus he was given soothed the balm of his posture being ignored, somewhat; ramesses lifted his head and stepped back somewhat. there was no recognition in the other's face. 
he frowned, clearing his throat to test the theory of sound. when it was concluded, he arched a brow to hide his own anger over having stumbled into conversation with an invalid.
he settled himself firmly nearby, lapis eyes lashing at the other like a whip. keep working. no beast made a fool of pharaoh; he would not allow it.