"They know," Nephthys told him with a nod. "Although I'm not sure how comfortable they will be with you remaining here. I suppose they will live through such a thing." She looked at him seriously. "But lay a hand on any of them and I'll kill you all over again." And Nephthys didn't just mean hurting them either. The last thing she wanted was Set taking her priestesses into bed. Although, Nephthys hoped that, just for a short time, he wouldn't try that.
Still she held her husband's hand, the shaking somewhat diminished by that, and - without looking up at him again - said, "I'm glad it's over."