Nephthys

She entered without opening the door and leaned over the old man slowly. There was no rush; the dying always wait.

When the last breath escaped him, she caught it with her tongue. She held it for a moment. Then, tilting her head, she blew the silence over the still body.

Outside, Eset wept over memories that no longer mattered. Nephthys looked away. Poor thing. So busy trying to piece together what no one will remember.

The dead do not want to come back. They only want someone to accompany them as they fade away.