The goddess who mourns at the head of every bier, as her sister Isis mourns at the foot. She wears the hieroglyph of her name on her head: a house, and a basket. She's been crying, and she doesn't care who knows it.
Where to find
The Eighth Hour of the Night
Overheard
*Nephthys lays a fold of linen at a tomb-door, smooths it, and moves on to the next.* When the barque calls, they'll stand up dressed. Thank you.
Call on me when you're hurt. I'm better at mourning than mending, but I can do both.
My husband sits at the prow complaining, and my sister sits at the foot of the bier being wonderful. I sit at the head and cry. Every family has one.
