Now all of this was definitely bigger on the inside, it almost reminded Michael of the tent the Weasleys used in one of the Harry Potter movies, except this was much much bigger and elaborate. It was almost hard to believe that pocket dimension magic could be so grand. Dorms, plenty of food supply, and enough darn space to stay as far away from Myra as possible.
...
There he went again. Michael clenched his fists as he thought of her again. Had she done something to him when she slapped him? It would come as no surprise if she and Isis had tried to cast some spell on him to worm their ways into his mind and then stab him in the back to get back at Sobek for the fight the deities had earlier...
But still, maybe he should try to talk to her, apologize or something. For what he said...
*Ha! Don't be so stupid,* Sobek laughed. *The host of Isis is undeserving of your slightest concern and attention, just as everyone else is here. You work alongside them to achieve an end, but nothing more. The distinction between us and the rest should not be allowed to dissolve.*
Michael sighed as he went to go fiddle around with a contraption he found a few seconds ago. He supposed Sobek was right.