With a tender hand - the one not holding his - Nephthys reached out and laid her palm upon his cheek. "I hoped that if it was I who came after you, you might fight it enough for us to end it together. I'm glad that I was right."
Here, in this room, it was just the two of them in the world. Here she could say these things without reproach, just as Set could speak honestly. In front of him she could allow herself this weakness, at least for now.