Nephthys was sitting on Seth's couch, buried under a mound of blankets that he had heaped upon her. He was still running around bringing her everything imaginable, trying to make sure she was all right. His vast amount of offerings were rapidly piling up on the coffee table in front of her. He'd even given her the remote. Nephthys thought it was
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Hephaestus offered her a smile and bent in to kiss her cheek before taking the seat beside her. His face was filled with concern, and he reached for her hand.
"your letter sounded urgent. What's wrong, Nephthys?"
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"Did Ares bruise you? Did he hurt you?"
The arm around her shoulders brushed over the marks that angered him but her words made him remain calm.
"Did he say what it is I'm supposed to explode over? Ares. I don't think he hates me. But he does like trouble."
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