Nephthys shifted, moving so that she was resting against him, cheek to his chest and legs pulled up onto the sofa beside them. "Almost a child of yours, she sounds like. I'm sure you're teaching her things to infuriate her mother."
We're going to make a mess of this, Nephthys told herself, almost wanting to say it outloud as though that might stop them from doing it. But she didn't. Perhaps it was best to keep those words internal.