Despite appearances, Set did feel guilt. He wasn't a kind God, and he could be as unforgiving as the deserts over which he ruled, and he could push people to their limits but this was different. This had been a demon using his body, and letting him remember all the vile things he had done during the time Apep had claimed him.
What was worse was that now, Cara feared him. He'd always demanded a certain amount of fear, but nothing like this. There were no words to use that could soothe the girl, but she was the only one who could tolerate him.
But he would keep his distance from her. He heard the door open and pulled a shirt over his torso,not wanting to worry the poor girl about the wounds that were still present. He switched on a light as she called for him.
He felt as tired as he no doubt looked. he was getting better, but slowly. "No need to be so formal beautiful." He smiled at her and sat up in the chair, using the moment to give her a quick look over. At least she didn't look wounded. "Want a drink?"