"You are old," Cara told him, with the tiniest hint of a smile. Then she stood and put down her glass, walking over to seat herself beside him. She reached out her hand, now without hesitation, and took his. (There was that familiar shiver, not of the Snake's power but instead that one that had come before, just the knowledge of touching her God.)
Cara didn't believe she was in any way worthy to be Set's friend, but if that was what he wanted of her then she could at least try. All she wanted - all she'd ever wanted - was to make him happy.
She turned his hands in her own smaller ones, running her fingers along lines and fingers with a small frown. It was easier to watch his hands. "I'm not pretending it didn't happen. I can't pretend. I tried, but it's all sort of welded in there."