For the long moments after Apollo left, Hecate's attention was simply on her breathing. If she did not concentrate on pulling in careful lungfuls of hospital air through her nose, she might summon something to take Apollo down. Lightning felt right, sharp and painful, and it may strike the fear of Zeus into him on his way to his car.
Maybe not lighting. Maybe something bigger. Maybe something titanic.
Breathe in, breathe out. Marcie was laughing.
She felt herself shift properly back into her body, starting with her smile, till the connection with the liminal space she'd been ready to guide Marcie through had effervesced away. She reached forward and helped herself to a piece of chocolate someone had bought for Marcie, and offered the girl a piece as well, giving herself a moment to soak in Marcie's relief. "We're going to need something proper to eat," she said, slowly rising from the spot she'd inhabited for what felt like a little lifetime. Her feet tingled a little, as the blood rushed back.
In the doorway she met Tragos, and the boy stiffened, stopping in his tracks so he would not run into her. She said nothing, and neither did he, and Hecate turned and caught Athena's eye. Watch this one, her eyes recommended, and then she slipped past Tragos on her mission for sandwiches and cheesecakes.
And Tragos stared into the room, at Marcie, laughing, so stunned the only thought that even tried to break through was that he'd stepped into someone else's room.