Qebhet didn't quite sink into Hecate's arms – she was far too conscious of her own jagged edges, worried about causing even more harm – but she let the goddess embrace her, leaning in as much as she dared to the hug. The tears spilled over and she screwed her eyes shut, afraid she would dissolve into a blubbering mess, but Hecate was a pillar of quiet strength, as she had been during the battle. Qebhet didn't know what would have become of her without that strength. "Thank you," she whispered.