Nephthys reached out so that she could pour a drink for herself.
"Not many remember the old myths," Nephthys said, and her smile was small and sad but genuine, the first easy expression since she had sat down. Even Nephthys had trouble remembering which stories were truth, which were older and which were newer. Being a part of humanity's collective memory meant losing her own history in part, but she knew that for Set that change had been worse.
She took a sip from her glass and said, "there are temples to you here. I've come by them on occasion."