Nephthys let him take her hand, gently squeezing his. She could have responded to so much he'd just said. She could have said so many things to him, asked so many things, but she couldn't find those words. Instead she lifted her eyes to meet his gently and once again took his hand.
The smile was tiny and a little sad. She hoped that he could read it. She hoped that he understood that, in some way, she was glad he was here.