"I'm sure you've given her no reason to hover," Nephthys said, and if he'd looked at her face where she lay against him, Set would have seen that she was barely containing her grin of amusement. Sekhmet well knew the trouble Set could make. (And although there had been the Turning Evil event of recent memory, Nephthys own thoughts were simply his usual brand of troublemaking.)
"When she's older... yes," Nephthys agreed. "It will be strange. A mortal, but born of our blood. I know no others like her." Nephthys certainly had no mortal children, and as far as she was aware none of her sister goddesses in the city did either. As for the Gods... who could tell with those who never had to carry their own child?