What would Nephthys say against her husband's cold denial to even listen to her, to even allow her to take care of herself? He thought he knew the best ways to do everything but Nephthys could take care of herself.
"Did I not come to destroy the demon and succeed in that?" she finally asked him, her voice quieter, her tone somehow demanding he realise this. "Did I not do what had to be done and did you not ask for me to do it in the end? I am not a child, husband," she whispered, watching him even if he was not watching her. "I knew the consequences of my actions when I began them."
She had gone to that hotel room knowing that either Set would die or she would. She had hoped it would be him but she had known it was just as likely to be her. But now here they were, both of them alive.