She had to smile at the descriptions, and how true they were. Her smile took on a faintly bitter tinge when she described her father. "Aunt Thetis says the same thing sometimes," she said. "How he used to be different. Not so miserable. Not so cold."
She nodded as Hecate spoke, because what she was saying really did make sense. They were only alive today because people believed in them, knew their names and read their stories and kept the spark going through the years.
She slipped the amulet around her neck. "I'll keep that in mind," she promised. "And I will, of course. It'd be nice to know he can't get in where I don't want him. But that really all depends on when I go back home."