Cathal stepped closer, and with him stepped the realisation that he was even less on the periphery of the gods' world than she'd thought. Not Greek, though, no, and Hecate was grateful for it; not just because it would have been deeply embarrassing not to have realised sooner.
But still. A better Hecate would have realised sooner. Annoying.
"Thank you," she told him, pulling her eyes away before she could give him a stare that would have attempted to peel back all his secrets. The thanks was genuine enough; he was quick to help, that deserved proper gratitude. "You can call me Saffron, this is Clementine."