Nephthys had woken, disturbed, in the arms of a Greek goddess. Again. She didn't know whether it was better or worse that it was a completely different Greek goddess this time. She only knew that the feelings of adoration and love she'd felt towards Iris had been swept away.
Embarrassed, angry, and upset, Nephthys searched for her clothes strewn across the floor as she alternately apologised to the other goddess and cursed the love god of her pantheon. Because this was his work, of course, just as it had been before.
Once dressed she was taxiing back to Set's hotel room, remembering how she'd left him last night. She abandoned him to be with someone else, a familiar feeling that left her with nothing but guilt.
(No, it wasn't like Osiris. Not like that. This was forced on her and that had been... it was comfort with Osiris... it was... she pressed her forehead to the class of the cab, hating herself and still trying to justify a single indiscretion that happened thousands of years ago. It wasn't the same today.)
At Set's apartment she banged on the door, waiting and hoping that he would answer.