Hecate really didn't like the idea of the soul eater laughing. She had known that they were dealing with something more than a mere beast the day it left Qebhet a heart, but laughter was a chilling new level.
She caressed Hecuba's wide head before she stepped forward to lean over the bloody shard of pottery (Hecuba remained exactly where she was), inspecting it without touching it. "Yes," she agreed, buoyed by the thought. "Yes, I'd say this could be a key."