[Set doesn't smile back. He rarely smiles and he doesn't know what she smiled for. Making certain she doesn't fall seems the smallest of things he could do. Last thing anybody needed was some foreign being killing themselves from falling on the floor and hitting their head.

Thoth notices the interaction and filed that away in case they need it. Or he needs it.]

Chaotic, indeed. Since the light of Ra graces us all then you are safe here. Set is a favorite of his. Play nice with his great grandson and it should be good.

[Set rolls his eyes.] That old man just says things. Don't listen to Thoth. I am not a favorite. I have never been.