She had not yet defined these spells. Finding people was easy in her line of work. The dead saw everything. This was different though. She set her fingers over the wound as she continued to whisper before she blinked and the power faded.
The traces of Underworld and her own magics would remain, and she figured the goddess could live with that too. "There's
something
. See you are sea. Your entire family feels similar. Your brother is the quiet lap of the tides meeting the shore. You are sunrise and sunset above the water, the guiding light for all sailors. Your father. Well your father is the crushing depths. The cold bitter sting. The shark, only looking for blood. I knew him different once. Forever ago."
She sighed, "anyway, I am cold and night and ghosts and the moaning of the dead. The whispers of magic and power. The secrets of the three pronged crossroads. Your lady of ash and roses is different. She left something. Traces of traces of a shadow of an echo. Not enough to pinpoint. You were in the hospital so you feel mostly of the healing arts of that. This world shapes us as much as we shape it."
"In other words. Magic. Never reason it or it won't work. It'll take me a few days to find this girl, then Ares will bring her. Meanwhile here," she pressed an amulet in Rhode's hand. "I can't keep Christians away. I'm not powerful enough. When you get home give me and Hermes a call alright love? We'll make sure no one can get into your house unless you want them too. Including your father."