Vasili had also been healing well; Nephthys was tending it nicely, of course, though it had been so swollen and irritated in the time since he hadn't actually opened it to see the full extent of the damage. Luckily, he was already adapting well to less depth perception, and he felt like even if the orb was hindered, it wouldn't be the biggest deal ever. Right? Fuck it, he was a Pharaoh now, it made him look tough. Nobody would mess with the dragon Pharaoh Vasili when he had a tangled mess of scars littering his face.

Why did she always go for the face?

Once again resting peacefully on a ledge above the den's mouth and keeping his one good eye on the entrance, Vasi gnawed at a carcass. He was nearly finished, at the point of stripping off the last bits of meat and cracking open the bones for their marrow, when a small figure stomped from the den.
Not again.
It was... Khyan.... The brown little shit was proving to be a little whiny, but fierce nonetheless. There had been no hard feelings towards the child Vasi had wholly accepted as his own, but guilt festered in his cold heart when he saw the wound on the tiny boy. It wasn't him that'd slighted Vasi, but his sperm donor -- a donor he hoped he never had to see again, that he hoped knew better than to visit, that he hoped never laid eyes on the child.

Licking his lips free of lingering viscera and pulling himself to his paws, Vasili boofed some semblance of warning this time as he descended quickly. No need to scare the little scrap like he had Cairo. Of course, the clouds heavy in the sky chose that very moment to release their burden, and man, did the floodgates open. Immediately, Khyan was offended, and he had only a little trouble voicing his concerns about it. Vas couldn't even tell if he was distressed or angry, but he was putting his entire fucking heart into that scream and he could respect it.

Grinning, he simply moved to step above his son to block the rain without a word.