At least that bit of news was a relief; Hecate did not want to have to think about composing herself for mortal company.
Hecate took Qebhet's hand and the warmth of the human connection went straight to her heart. Her hand did not let her hold as tightly as she wanted to, but she managed to climb to her feet, and pick up the largest of the three poor cold snakes besides. At least there was no way Qebhet, the celestial serpent, was going to have a problem with snakes. One of the smaller ones, a whippy looking Southern Black Racer, coiled down Hecate's arm and onto Qebhet's wrist. "Poor things are less happy about the temperature than we are," Hecate said, giving the rat snake a kiss on his head. "I don't know where I summoned your from," she told them, getting distracted from the upcoming, difficult, interpersonal mess that was waiting somewhere in her near future by the snakes in her present. "But I'll find you somewhere nice to live."