Hecate knelt down on the floor near Qebhet, at the edge of the water stain. "That," she said, taking in the damage wrought on Qebhet's body, "was impressive." She set the pitcher down too, thanking it for its work before she took her hands off it. "I may be able to help, I have some skill at healing, but," she added carefully, thoughtfully. "Some things it's best to let mend on their own, perhaps... feathers is one of those things."