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Hena let out a little scream as he was suddenly picked up and thrown over the shoulder of the guard. Now his anger flared a little. Who was this idiot to think he could just pick him up? He was no baby! He didn’t struggle too much though, because his fear of what ever had made the loud noises and the scream was more than enough to make him want to get out of there as fast as possible, and he knew that it was likely the guard could run through the sand faster than he could.
When he was set down upon returning to the rest of their family and the guards, Hena made a mad dash right to their father, only slightly behind his sister, he followed suit and clung tightly to the man, his arms wrapped as tightly around his father as they possibly could be, not quite in tears himself but fairly close.
He didn’t beg to leave, Nia had already done that, instead he just clung to the safety of his father. All he could picture was some sort of giant monster destroying the pyramids, one that ate people! Or perhaps one of the Gods was there, wrecking everything and everyone in their path in a rage over something. Neither image was a pleasant one for the eight year old Hena.
Hena sniffled, but continued to manage to hold back further tears. He was a man after all, he couldn’t be crying. He nodded when his father instructed them not to run off again.
As if Hena even thought of doing such with what ever monster was out there wrecking pyramids and eating people.
He moved and took his sisters hand, clinging desperately to Nia once their father had left them so that he could get everything ready for them to be able to leave.
Thank the Gods. Or maybe not, if they were the ones there causing the screaming and loud noises. Though either way it meant he was going to get to go home soon.
Hena just wanted to go home and never return to this place. The pyramids were dumb and didn’t matter anyways.
Plus why would anyone come here if there were monsters?!
“Can I have some sweets when we get home?” He asked Nia, as if it was the most important subject at the moment. He thought he deserved something sweet to eat after all that he had been through that day, and he doubted that Nia would say no. He had discovered that his sister would get him nearly anything he asked for. And that was why she was the best sibling.
Suddenly he was tired, and he just wanted to go home and eat a treat of some sort and go to bed. All of the energy that had been running through him when he had taken off over the sands and away from his family seemed to be drained from him, and he started feeling like it was getting harder and harder to keep his eyes open.
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Hena let out a little scream as he was suddenly picked up and thrown over the shoulder of the guard. Now his anger flared a little. Who was this idiot to think he could just pick him up? He was no baby! He didn’t struggle too much though, because his fear of what ever had made the loud noises and the scream was more than enough to make him want to get out of there as fast as possible, and he knew that it was likely the guard could run through the sand faster than he could.
When he was set down upon returning to the rest of their family and the guards, Hena made a mad dash right to their father, only slightly behind his sister, he followed suit and clung tightly to the man, his arms wrapped as tightly around his father as they possibly could be, not quite in tears himself but fairly close.
He didn’t beg to leave, Nia had already done that, instead he just clung to the safety of his father. All he could picture was some sort of giant monster destroying the pyramids, one that ate people! Or perhaps one of the Gods was there, wrecking everything and everyone in their path in a rage over something. Neither image was a pleasant one for the eight year old Hena.
Hena sniffled, but continued to manage to hold back further tears. He was a man after all, he couldn’t be crying. He nodded when his father instructed them not to run off again.
As if Hena even thought of doing such with what ever monster was out there wrecking pyramids and eating people.
He moved and took his sisters hand, clinging desperately to Nia once their father had left them so that he could get everything ready for them to be able to leave.
Thank the Gods. Or maybe not, if they were the ones there causing the screaming and loud noises. Though either way it meant he was going to get to go home soon.
Hena just wanted to go home and never return to this place. The pyramids were dumb and didn’t matter anyways.
Plus why would anyone come here if there were monsters?!
“Can I have some sweets when we get home?” He asked Nia, as if it was the most important subject at the moment. He thought he deserved something sweet to eat after all that he had been through that day, and he doubted that Nia would say no. He had discovered that his sister would get him nearly anything he asked for. And that was why she was the best sibling.
Suddenly he was tired, and he just wanted to go home and eat a treat of some sort and go to bed. All of the energy that had been running through him when he had taken off over the sands and away from his family seemed to be drained from him, and he started feeling like it was getting harder and harder to keep his eyes open.
Hena let out a little scream as he was suddenly picked up and thrown over the shoulder of the guard. Now his anger flared a little. Who was this idiot to think he could just pick him up? He was no baby! He didn’t struggle too much though, because his fear of what ever had made the loud noises and the scream was more than enough to make him want to get out of there as fast as possible, and he knew that it was likely the guard could run through the sand faster than he could.
When he was set down upon returning to the rest of their family and the guards, Hena made a mad dash right to their father, only slightly behind his sister, he followed suit and clung tightly to the man, his arms wrapped as tightly around his father as they possibly could be, not quite in tears himself but fairly close.
He didn’t beg to leave, Nia had already done that, instead he just clung to the safety of his father. All he could picture was some sort of giant monster destroying the pyramids, one that ate people! Or perhaps one of the Gods was there, wrecking everything and everyone in their path in a rage over something. Neither image was a pleasant one for the eight year old Hena.
Hena sniffled, but continued to manage to hold back further tears. He was a man after all, he couldn’t be crying. He nodded when his father instructed them not to run off again.
As if Hena even thought of doing such with what ever monster was out there wrecking pyramids and eating people.
He moved and took his sisters hand, clinging desperately to Nia once their father had left them so that he could get everything ready for them to be able to leave.
Thank the Gods. Or maybe not, if they were the ones there causing the screaming and loud noises. Though either way it meant he was going to get to go home soon.
Hena just wanted to go home and never return to this place. The pyramids were dumb and didn’t matter anyways.
Plus why would anyone come here if there were monsters?!
“Can I have some sweets when we get home?” He asked Nia, as if it was the most important subject at the moment. He thought he deserved something sweet to eat after all that he had been through that day, and he doubted that Nia would say no. He had discovered that his sister would get him nearly anything he asked for. And that was why she was the best sibling.
Suddenly he was tired, and he just wanted to go home and eat a treat of some sort and go to bed. All of the energy that had been running through him when he had taken off over the sands and away from his family seemed to be drained from him, and he started feeling like it was getting harder and harder to keep his eyes open.
The trip meant so much to her brother, she knew, and they had come a long way. But Nenet was glad they were leaving. She stood shaking next to Sutekh, watching her father ordering their convoy to ready and her mother fussing over the worst of her siblings. She reached for Sutekh’s hand and looked around his slim arm back to the pyramid. The screaming had stopped but dust and sand still swirled. Black smoke belched up into the air and she pressed close into her brother, silently asking for a hug or some type of assurance that all would be well.
Her eyes sought her father, though, and she wondered, in a child’s way, why he did not fix whatever was wrong. She knew that if he walked over there and at least spoke to someone, that they would obey and fix whatever mistake had been made. They would be glad to do so. But her father had seemed genuinely frightened for a few seconds and that had scared Nenet more than the wailing had done. If her father was worried, she was terrified.
It was when Nenet looked down and saw Hena close to tears that her nose prickled, her eyes welled, her cheeks grew hot, and, most infuriatingly, her lower lip trembled. Tears spilled down her face, momentarily clearing the world that had suddenly blurred across her vision in a wash of gold sand and blue sky. Their mother fussed over the two wayward children but Nenet wasn’t going to let that stop her. She wormed her way between Nia and Hena, reaching up her arms to Iaheru for a hug. She was too old to hold anymore, but that didn’t mean she would turn it down if either father or mother scooped her up.
Safe in her mother’s embrace, she wiped her own tears and waited for the convoy to be ready to leave and avoided looking at Sutekh. She didn’t want to see the crushing disappointment on his face. Perhaps they would come back another time? Or, perhaps, their father was just ushering them back onto their barge where they would wait and have pomegranate juice until this mess with the pyramids was cleared away. There were a few others they could look at...
“Can I have some sweets when we get home?” Hena’s pipsqueak voice was high and clear and Nenet didn’t miss it.
“I w-w-want s-s-s-weets, t-t-too,” she said instantly, all trace of tears now gone at the prospect of having delicious treats. The thought of Hena and Nia getting treats when she, Sutkeh, and Nef had all stayed precisely where they were supposed to was not to be borne. Not unless, of course, she got something sweet, too. If that was the case, sweets for everyone! She just didn’t want to be left out of this dessert business.
“H-hen-na and-d-d N-n-nia w-w-were n-n-naught-t-ty! W-w-why d-d-do th-they g-g-g-get-t s-s-sweets?” This was not demanded specifically of Iaheru, nor of Oniphrious. It was to the world at large and to anyone who could answer.
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The trip meant so much to her brother, she knew, and they had come a long way. But Nenet was glad they were leaving. She stood shaking next to Sutekh, watching her father ordering their convoy to ready and her mother fussing over the worst of her siblings. She reached for Sutekh’s hand and looked around his slim arm back to the pyramid. The screaming had stopped but dust and sand still swirled. Black smoke belched up into the air and she pressed close into her brother, silently asking for a hug or some type of assurance that all would be well.
Her eyes sought her father, though, and she wondered, in a child’s way, why he did not fix whatever was wrong. She knew that if he walked over there and at least spoke to someone, that they would obey and fix whatever mistake had been made. They would be glad to do so. But her father had seemed genuinely frightened for a few seconds and that had scared Nenet more than the wailing had done. If her father was worried, she was terrified.
It was when Nenet looked down and saw Hena close to tears that her nose prickled, her eyes welled, her cheeks grew hot, and, most infuriatingly, her lower lip trembled. Tears spilled down her face, momentarily clearing the world that had suddenly blurred across her vision in a wash of gold sand and blue sky. Their mother fussed over the two wayward children but Nenet wasn’t going to let that stop her. She wormed her way between Nia and Hena, reaching up her arms to Iaheru for a hug. She was too old to hold anymore, but that didn’t mean she would turn it down if either father or mother scooped her up.
Safe in her mother’s embrace, she wiped her own tears and waited for the convoy to be ready to leave and avoided looking at Sutekh. She didn’t want to see the crushing disappointment on his face. Perhaps they would come back another time? Or, perhaps, their father was just ushering them back onto their barge where they would wait and have pomegranate juice until this mess with the pyramids was cleared away. There were a few others they could look at...
“Can I have some sweets when we get home?” Hena’s pipsqueak voice was high and clear and Nenet didn’t miss it.
“I w-w-want s-s-s-weets, t-t-too,” she said instantly, all trace of tears now gone at the prospect of having delicious treats. The thought of Hena and Nia getting treats when she, Sutkeh, and Nef had all stayed precisely where they were supposed to was not to be borne. Not unless, of course, she got something sweet, too. If that was the case, sweets for everyone! She just didn’t want to be left out of this dessert business.
“H-hen-na and-d-d N-n-nia w-w-were n-n-naught-t-ty! W-w-why d-d-do th-they g-g-g-get-t s-s-sweets?” This was not demanded specifically of Iaheru, nor of Oniphrious. It was to the world at large and to anyone who could answer.
The trip meant so much to her brother, she knew, and they had come a long way. But Nenet was glad they were leaving. She stood shaking next to Sutekh, watching her father ordering their convoy to ready and her mother fussing over the worst of her siblings. She reached for Sutekh’s hand and looked around his slim arm back to the pyramid. The screaming had stopped but dust and sand still swirled. Black smoke belched up into the air and she pressed close into her brother, silently asking for a hug or some type of assurance that all would be well.
Her eyes sought her father, though, and she wondered, in a child’s way, why he did not fix whatever was wrong. She knew that if he walked over there and at least spoke to someone, that they would obey and fix whatever mistake had been made. They would be glad to do so. But her father had seemed genuinely frightened for a few seconds and that had scared Nenet more than the wailing had done. If her father was worried, she was terrified.
It was when Nenet looked down and saw Hena close to tears that her nose prickled, her eyes welled, her cheeks grew hot, and, most infuriatingly, her lower lip trembled. Tears spilled down her face, momentarily clearing the world that had suddenly blurred across her vision in a wash of gold sand and blue sky. Their mother fussed over the two wayward children but Nenet wasn’t going to let that stop her. She wormed her way between Nia and Hena, reaching up her arms to Iaheru for a hug. She was too old to hold anymore, but that didn’t mean she would turn it down if either father or mother scooped her up.
Safe in her mother’s embrace, she wiped her own tears and waited for the convoy to be ready to leave and avoided looking at Sutekh. She didn’t want to see the crushing disappointment on his face. Perhaps they would come back another time? Or, perhaps, their father was just ushering them back onto their barge where they would wait and have pomegranate juice until this mess with the pyramids was cleared away. There were a few others they could look at...
“Can I have some sweets when we get home?” Hena’s pipsqueak voice was high and clear and Nenet didn’t miss it.
“I w-w-want s-s-s-weets, t-t-too,” she said instantly, all trace of tears now gone at the prospect of having delicious treats. The thought of Hena and Nia getting treats when she, Sutkeh, and Nef had all stayed precisely where they were supposed to was not to be borne. Not unless, of course, she got something sweet, too. If that was the case, sweets for everyone! She just didn’t want to be left out of this dessert business.
“H-hen-na and-d-d N-n-nia w-w-were n-n-naught-t-ty! W-w-why d-d-do th-they g-g-g-get-t s-s-sweets?” This was not demanded specifically of Iaheru, nor of Oniphrious. It was to the world at large and to anyone who could answer.
As the sky filled with dust and smoke, Sutekh could see the guards sent after his siblings return to the rest of the group. He could make out the young form of his brother fleeing to their mother’s side as the boy’s face scrunched up, a telltale sign that his brother was about to cry. Seeing Hena on the verge of tears did not move Sutekh to any form of pity. Instead, it only infuriated the twelve-year-old boy more as the servants were ordered to prepare the barge for the family’s departure. This had been his day. This had been something he had wanted to do for years, but it had been ruined by his brattish brother and sister. Would it really have killed them to have fallen into line for one day? Surely spending one day of their miserable lives following the rules would not have killed them, but no. They had to wander off and get into so much trouble that now Onuphrious was bringing the entire family home. Sutekh was so infuriated by the injustice of it all that the boy was half-tempted to reach out and shove Hena into the sand as retribution for all the trouble he caused. He would have thought about doing the same to Nia too had she not been practically the same size as him and thus not as easy to topple over as their younger brother would.
The only thing holding Sutekh back was knowing that any return trip to the pyramids depended on him not throwing a fuss about this turn of events. If he took a page out of Nia’s and Hena’s book and threw a fit, Onuphrious would not be so open to the idea of returning. He knew that there was some sort of lesson in here about turning the other cheek, but he really did not care. This day was supposed to be a special one, something that Sutekh had waited for a long time to happen and now it was a disaster. It didn’t matter that Nia and Hena had not caused the explosion as Sutekh knew that had the two of them not run off, his father might have been more willing to wait for the dust to settle. But now he couldn’t. Sutekh knew that his father was not stupid enough to let them return to the pyramids when two of his children had been replaced with wild beasts that were intent on running off to rejoin the wilderness.
As the family made their way back to the boat, Sutekh was silently praying to @set that he would ensure that the next time the family did something special for either Hena or Nia, that the god would ruin it like the two of them ruined this day for him. It was the least they deserved as all the servants ran around preparing the barge for its departure. Nenet might have believed that they would just merely wait things out, but Sutekh knew better. That was why he didn’t move to take his usual place next to his sister, but instead moved away from the whole lot of them and headed towards the other side of the boat. He did not want to stand away close to the troublemakers lest he felt the urge to get his vengeance by shoving them to the crocs.
However, the boat was tiny and even though Sutekh was standing some feet away, he could still hear Hena asking for sweets. Really? Really? Did Hena really think that he deserved some kind of reward for that behavior today? That he should have some honey and dates after ruining his brother’s birthday celebrations? The kid may have been young at only eight years old, but really he should know better. Sutekh had to literally bite his tongue to avoid throwing back some sort of insult about how his behavior did not warrant sugar and fun things. Hena deserved nothing after ruining today. Nia too. The two of them should be apologizing to him for ruining his birthday celebration, but they never would. Sutekh already knew this and that’s what brought a few bitter tears to the corners of his eyes as he watched the slaves detach the barge from the port and push off.
In the background, he could hear his sister asking the very same question that was on the tip of Sutekh’s tongue, but he couldn’t join in and voice his own support in denying the brat his sweets. He was just too angry and upset with how everything had gone to even turn to look at them. Sutekh just let his tense posture and pointed silence do all the talking needed for now. He couldn’t let them ruin his chance of coming back.
If Onuphrious let them come back.
“We’re going to come back, right?” He quietly asked after a long moment. The anger and disappointment about how this had turned out were clearly shining through the young man’s voice as his breath hitched at the end as he was on the verge of bitter tears over how everything had gone. They just had to come back. His parents knew how much this trip meant to him and how upset Sutekh really was, even though the boy was trying to keep it in check for once. Normally, he would have just let loose on the two troublemakers and not minced his bitter words, so the clear effort from him to not do that showed how deeply this mattered to him as they headed up the Nile, back to Thebes. He hoped that this might encourage his father to say yes to a return trip -- one that hopefully would not include his troublesome siblings. But even still, the dangers might be too great. It wouldn’t matter that this was the only thing Sutekh truly wanted for his birthday if it posed too much of a risk.
The only thing he could hope for was some kind of confirmation from his dad that maybe everything hadn’t been completely ruined...
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As the sky filled with dust and smoke, Sutekh could see the guards sent after his siblings return to the rest of the group. He could make out the young form of his brother fleeing to their mother’s side as the boy’s face scrunched up, a telltale sign that his brother was about to cry. Seeing Hena on the verge of tears did not move Sutekh to any form of pity. Instead, it only infuriated the twelve-year-old boy more as the servants were ordered to prepare the barge for the family’s departure. This had been his day. This had been something he had wanted to do for years, but it had been ruined by his brattish brother and sister. Would it really have killed them to have fallen into line for one day? Surely spending one day of their miserable lives following the rules would not have killed them, but no. They had to wander off and get into so much trouble that now Onuphrious was bringing the entire family home. Sutekh was so infuriated by the injustice of it all that the boy was half-tempted to reach out and shove Hena into the sand as retribution for all the trouble he caused. He would have thought about doing the same to Nia too had she not been practically the same size as him and thus not as easy to topple over as their younger brother would.
The only thing holding Sutekh back was knowing that any return trip to the pyramids depended on him not throwing a fuss about this turn of events. If he took a page out of Nia’s and Hena’s book and threw a fit, Onuphrious would not be so open to the idea of returning. He knew that there was some sort of lesson in here about turning the other cheek, but he really did not care. This day was supposed to be a special one, something that Sutekh had waited for a long time to happen and now it was a disaster. It didn’t matter that Nia and Hena had not caused the explosion as Sutekh knew that had the two of them not run off, his father might have been more willing to wait for the dust to settle. But now he couldn’t. Sutekh knew that his father was not stupid enough to let them return to the pyramids when two of his children had been replaced with wild beasts that were intent on running off to rejoin the wilderness.
As the family made their way back to the boat, Sutekh was silently praying to @set that he would ensure that the next time the family did something special for either Hena or Nia, that the god would ruin it like the two of them ruined this day for him. It was the least they deserved as all the servants ran around preparing the barge for its departure. Nenet might have believed that they would just merely wait things out, but Sutekh knew better. That was why he didn’t move to take his usual place next to his sister, but instead moved away from the whole lot of them and headed towards the other side of the boat. He did not want to stand away close to the troublemakers lest he felt the urge to get his vengeance by shoving them to the crocs.
However, the boat was tiny and even though Sutekh was standing some feet away, he could still hear Hena asking for sweets. Really? Really? Did Hena really think that he deserved some kind of reward for that behavior today? That he should have some honey and dates after ruining his brother’s birthday celebrations? The kid may have been young at only eight years old, but really he should know better. Sutekh had to literally bite his tongue to avoid throwing back some sort of insult about how his behavior did not warrant sugar and fun things. Hena deserved nothing after ruining today. Nia too. The two of them should be apologizing to him for ruining his birthday celebration, but they never would. Sutekh already knew this and that’s what brought a few bitter tears to the corners of his eyes as he watched the slaves detach the barge from the port and push off.
In the background, he could hear his sister asking the very same question that was on the tip of Sutekh’s tongue, but he couldn’t join in and voice his own support in denying the brat his sweets. He was just too angry and upset with how everything had gone to even turn to look at them. Sutekh just let his tense posture and pointed silence do all the talking needed for now. He couldn’t let them ruin his chance of coming back.
If Onuphrious let them come back.
“We’re going to come back, right?” He quietly asked after a long moment. The anger and disappointment about how this had turned out were clearly shining through the young man’s voice as his breath hitched at the end as he was on the verge of bitter tears over how everything had gone. They just had to come back. His parents knew how much this trip meant to him and how upset Sutekh really was, even though the boy was trying to keep it in check for once. Normally, he would have just let loose on the two troublemakers and not minced his bitter words, so the clear effort from him to not do that showed how deeply this mattered to him as they headed up the Nile, back to Thebes. He hoped that this might encourage his father to say yes to a return trip -- one that hopefully would not include his troublesome siblings. But even still, the dangers might be too great. It wouldn’t matter that this was the only thing Sutekh truly wanted for his birthday if it posed too much of a risk.
The only thing he could hope for was some kind of confirmation from his dad that maybe everything hadn’t been completely ruined...
As the sky filled with dust and smoke, Sutekh could see the guards sent after his siblings return to the rest of the group. He could make out the young form of his brother fleeing to their mother’s side as the boy’s face scrunched up, a telltale sign that his brother was about to cry. Seeing Hena on the verge of tears did not move Sutekh to any form of pity. Instead, it only infuriated the twelve-year-old boy more as the servants were ordered to prepare the barge for the family’s departure. This had been his day. This had been something he had wanted to do for years, but it had been ruined by his brattish brother and sister. Would it really have killed them to have fallen into line for one day? Surely spending one day of their miserable lives following the rules would not have killed them, but no. They had to wander off and get into so much trouble that now Onuphrious was bringing the entire family home. Sutekh was so infuriated by the injustice of it all that the boy was half-tempted to reach out and shove Hena into the sand as retribution for all the trouble he caused. He would have thought about doing the same to Nia too had she not been practically the same size as him and thus not as easy to topple over as their younger brother would.
The only thing holding Sutekh back was knowing that any return trip to the pyramids depended on him not throwing a fuss about this turn of events. If he took a page out of Nia’s and Hena’s book and threw a fit, Onuphrious would not be so open to the idea of returning. He knew that there was some sort of lesson in here about turning the other cheek, but he really did not care. This day was supposed to be a special one, something that Sutekh had waited for a long time to happen and now it was a disaster. It didn’t matter that Nia and Hena had not caused the explosion as Sutekh knew that had the two of them not run off, his father might have been more willing to wait for the dust to settle. But now he couldn’t. Sutekh knew that his father was not stupid enough to let them return to the pyramids when two of his children had been replaced with wild beasts that were intent on running off to rejoin the wilderness.
As the family made their way back to the boat, Sutekh was silently praying to @set that he would ensure that the next time the family did something special for either Hena or Nia, that the god would ruin it like the two of them ruined this day for him. It was the least they deserved as all the servants ran around preparing the barge for its departure. Nenet might have believed that they would just merely wait things out, but Sutekh knew better. That was why he didn’t move to take his usual place next to his sister, but instead moved away from the whole lot of them and headed towards the other side of the boat. He did not want to stand away close to the troublemakers lest he felt the urge to get his vengeance by shoving them to the crocs.
However, the boat was tiny and even though Sutekh was standing some feet away, he could still hear Hena asking for sweets. Really? Really? Did Hena really think that he deserved some kind of reward for that behavior today? That he should have some honey and dates after ruining his brother’s birthday celebrations? The kid may have been young at only eight years old, but really he should know better. Sutekh had to literally bite his tongue to avoid throwing back some sort of insult about how his behavior did not warrant sugar and fun things. Hena deserved nothing after ruining today. Nia too. The two of them should be apologizing to him for ruining his birthday celebration, but they never would. Sutekh already knew this and that’s what brought a few bitter tears to the corners of his eyes as he watched the slaves detach the barge from the port and push off.
In the background, he could hear his sister asking the very same question that was on the tip of Sutekh’s tongue, but he couldn’t join in and voice his own support in denying the brat his sweets. He was just too angry and upset with how everything had gone to even turn to look at them. Sutekh just let his tense posture and pointed silence do all the talking needed for now. He couldn’t let them ruin his chance of coming back.
If Onuphrious let them come back.
“We’re going to come back, right?” He quietly asked after a long moment. The anger and disappointment about how this had turned out were clearly shining through the young man’s voice as his breath hitched at the end as he was on the verge of bitter tears over how everything had gone. They just had to come back. His parents knew how much this trip meant to him and how upset Sutekh really was, even though the boy was trying to keep it in check for once. Normally, he would have just let loose on the two troublemakers and not minced his bitter words, so the clear effort from him to not do that showed how deeply this mattered to him as they headed up the Nile, back to Thebes. He hoped that this might encourage his father to say yes to a return trip -- one that hopefully would not include his troublesome siblings. But even still, the dangers might be too great. It wouldn’t matter that this was the only thing Sutekh truly wanted for his birthday if it posed too much of a risk.
The only thing he could hope for was some kind of confirmation from his dad that maybe everything hadn’t been completely ruined...