Qebhet's entire body was trembling, burning up and freezing by turns. Chaos had sunk its claws deep into her skin and it fought her like a feral beast, tearing at her from within. But she wasn't done. She wasn't. "I am Horus. Who is in hearts, he wh-who... who isss in the middle... of what is in the body."
Her vision blurred, angry spots of light exploding in her eyes, and she felt more than saw Hecate's return, felt it like the full moon re-emerging from behind the clouds. She broke off her chant to draw a couple of rattling breaths.
"L-light the..." she flapped a clumsy hand at charcoal and incense. "Then the... the pitcher. You nnn... need to douse me. Four timesss. Then cense."