"I count myself very lucky to have a friend like you," Hecate said, reaching for the blanket to pull around her shoulders, the pins and needles giving way to a genuine chill. The weight of the blanket was a comfort, and she tugged it a little tighter. "What does the mortal world think - was I identified?" Losing one of her mortal aliases would not be the end of the world, but if that was something she was going to have to deal with she needed to start mending the tears as soon as possible.