Lady Death had been working constantly since she returned to her temple, severing, soothing, sorting the mortals whose time had come and providing a sort of relief to the loved ones The Departed left behind. Many who called on her found that she provided exactly what was needed. One mortal who stood out prominantly in Death's mind was an old mother, suffering from cancer. She had been broken, broken beyond her own endurance, and yet had endured for the sake of her family. She had been strong, stronger than many other mortals, and the love she carried -- even now -- for her daughter and her granddaughter had given her the strength to face what she could not have faced alone.
But the time had come, finally, and Nephthys had made the mortal's passing sweet, painless, and swift. Her family, though saddened, was relieved. Grateful. There would be no more suffering.
Her thoughts turned to Thanatos, wondering how he would have handled the mortal, had it been he who arrived first. And she smiled warmly, realizing that he probably would have handled her death just as Nephthys herself had. She wondered if Thanatos' duties also included giving succor to the ones left behind. Thanatos. Just remembering him made her feel oddly light.
Her footsteps led her out of her temple and down her steps, as she thought. Unconsiously, she had turned toward the Greek quarters, when she saw
someone she didn't recognize exploring a nearby temple.
Approaching the goddess -- who seemed a little lost -- she called out,
"Hello there!"