Qebhet's brow furrowed in worry as she noticed the unnatural flush in Makaria's cheeks, the tremor in her voice. But those whispered words sent a cold lurch of fear through her chest, and that jolted her into action. "Okay. Okay." Qebhet drew in a breath, kept her voice soft. "Do you want to find Mel or your father first? Or we can leave right now and I'll text Melinoe."