Frowning still, Hecate ran her hands over her hair, the texture of it dull beneath her palm, though her hand sent shivers down the back of her neck. "Perhaps..." she said, when the shiver did not leave, but started a chain reaction of other shivers, rippling over her body. "Perhaps some coffee," she suggested, finally noticing too how chilled Qebhet looked. "I will speak to Ares when I feel less like I am about to shake apart on your floor."