Set and Isis had appeared within a few weeks of each other. Nephthys didn't know what that meant, only that Isis' appearance was one that was followed by a sense of comfort and homecoming, and that Set's... well, Set's was different. Set's return came with turmoil and confusion, desire and disgust, anger and love.
She arrived at the cafe, dressed simply in shades of brown and yellow - always desert tones for Nephthys - and with her hair loose. Spotting him at the bar, her step faltered and she forced herself to continue towards him. Set, who always wanted Isis, who killed Osiris and tore them all apart. Set who she'd been been able to stop laughing despite all of that.
With an unsteady breath, Nephthys reached her husband and sat on the seat across from him. "Hello, Set."