The puppy's legs were getting long, but Hecate was well skilled at carrying around dogs that looked too heavy or too long to comfortably fit in her arms. "Qebhet!" she called across the entrance hall, weaving her way through a few other newcomers toward her friend. She looked miles better than last time Hecate had seen her, just a quick visit the day after the soul eaters attack to drop of a few books from Merlin's library.
In Hecate's pocket (the pocket itself not a feature of the dress when she'd bought it, but that fault was quickly fixed, witches needed pockets) the wedjat eye amulet warmed, a little, in the presence of Qebhet.
Serene just wiggled furiously in her arms. "Hello, my dear," said Hecate around an armful of excited puppy. "I'm glad you made it."