Qebhet returned the nod and offered a gentle brush of a smile, hoping to reassure. She might be carrying some lingering unease, but Luna was the one who would be taking the risk today, lying to city officials to, in effect, steal a body by fraud. "I'm so glad you reached out to me," she said honestly. Dying could be a fearful thing; the return equally fraught. She hated to think of Hecate awakening on a slab in a city morgue, or somewhere worse, as she might have if not for Luna.
"Why don't we sit?" she suggested, motioning to a nearby bench. "I can give you your ID and we can go over the plan."