Isis could not help but note his reactions. She could read the twitch of muscles in his face and see what she read to be his surprise, perhaps even a touch of confusion. Her own pie remained untouched. Her hands were wrapped around the cup of coffee she pleasantly nursed. It was both sad and amusing to her to ahead of her husband in this instance. He was King of the Underworld, Pharaoh of Egypt, their father's son, but for now, he slumbered and she was left to rule not unlike when he wandered the world.
"My friend Lucia would say it is only the truth, Mr. Carson." Lucia...more like Ma'at, but hopefully he would learn of it soon enough. She considered her pie and tilted her head, "Is it really that good?" She looked incredulous as she examined the weak crust. "I have always been more of an apple pie kind of woman." You can take the woman/goddess out of the Midwest, but....
"Are you alright?" It was a genuine question. Concern from both the doctor and goddess as she watched him. She knew she should not push him too much, too soon, but it was hard to rein in her excitement. The electric joy of finding him. Him...Osiris again. "Perhaps something else is on your mind?"