Hecate kept her eyes open through Qebhet's struggle, watching the silver crack in her dark skin glimmer. Would it take over completely, if they failed to steady Qebhet, and... what exactly, would be taking over?
Darkly curious, Hecate watched, braced against the stinging spots of venom on her arm, braced against the dis-quietening prickles of... whatever was happening to Qebhet's skin under her hands. But as Qebhet's storm refused to abate, neither did she, and neither did Qebhet, putting up a strong fight against the soul eaters poison.
Qebhet's words heartened her; if Qebhet could speak, could form the thoughts of what she needed into words, there was hope. "I'll fetch them," she promised, pulling herself to her feet to do so. "Hold strong, Qebhet."