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The pharaoh's compliments never ceased to fill him with warmth and validation. Sayf smiled a bit shyly under the words, nodding his agreement. He would work on Arsenio; no one was perfect. One day he would have a moment of weakness, and the fellahin would be there to console or comfort. 

He felt the god's gaze on him and silently preened under his appreciative gaze. He liked that he could please his master with his presence alone. The pharaoh mentioned change, and Sayf's delicate brows lifted in curiosity. What kind of change? he asked. Despite his calm demeanor, his heart picked up some in his chest as panic whispered awful things in the back of his mind.