I can respect a pragmatic decision. [Claude smiles drily, whether that's Set's only reason for being here or not. And because he still can't resist, he reaches to scratch Set's ka behind the ears, as if to reassure it he'll be fine.

Once it's done, Claude sits up carefully, craning his neck to look down at the now-healed wound. The skin has healed over entirely, and there's little pain left except a slight twinge he's sure will fade sooner rather than later.]

You did, thank you. [He gives him a respectful bow of the head, unusually serious for a change.] I know you said it was practice, but I'll find a way to repay you for helping out. I really owe you one.