But men do not pray to you, do they? Mortals here, they come to us gods with wants. For their crops, for wealth, their health...they are helpless without us. [But it was his job to do what he could. A job he had never taken too seriously before now. Yet here he was.]

Comforts do not come easy in this world. Or yours, it seems. Take what you can and be grateful. [It comes off as if he is telling her she is being ungrateful but that wasn't it. If she took it as that, it wouldn't be the first time somebody misunderstood him. Simply, Set was bad at conversation. Something Mithiel must have noticed by now.]