"It's alright," Qebhet repeated. A quiet line of worry her brow, but her voice remained steady: the same gently soothing tone that had brought comfort to generation on generation of disoriented and frightened newly-dead souls. Hecate may have crossed the threshold in the opposite direction, but the reunion of khat and ka could be just as distressing as the rending. "Take your time. Just breathe. Can I get you some water?"