Qebhet didn't know what to say to that. She had been no great help, in truth. Even in the time of the Old Kingdom, she had never had the power to counter a curse like the one that had afflicted Marcie, nor the sway to make Apollo lift it. All she had had to offer was some little pain relief, a minor magic, a long way from the miracle that Marcie had needed. "That... that's quite alright," she said. "I'm glad you've recovered." The words seemed to hang awkwardly in the air, in light of the reason they were meeting. Marcie had survived her brush with a violent god. Ronan had not. "Would you... like me to take you to him? Or do you want to sit for a moment first?"