[Set looked almost resigned, as if Byleth's sincerity had been a battering ram against his very will. He's a fragile person, isn't he, Byleth couldn't help but think. For a god, he felt very much like a thin pane of glass, easily snapped if one exerted enough pressure in the right spot - vastly different to Sothis, who was as impregnable as several hundred metres of bedrock. Nothing short of a meteor strike would crack her.

It proved that beneath the veneer of divinity, gods were just people: messy, complicated, and very raw. He made a mental note that if Sothis ever awakened in this world, he should remain as a buffer between them. Sothis would eat Set alive.]

Then we're friends. [Said so matter-of-fact, and with a very small yet very genuine smile.] I'll not rate you as good or bad - a friend is a friend in my eyes. After all, Shez and I managed to have an amicable relationship despite trying to kill each other throughout the years. We haven't tried to kill each other yet, so already we've started on the right foot.

[Said. So. Earnestly. Set. This is the bar he has for 'friendship'. It's practically subterranean.]