Marcie dropped her gaze, focusing on her work so she wouldn't have to look into Qebhet's concerned eyes and have that kindness bring her to tears. "He knows," she said. "I told him."
The second question, though. She bit her lips together, the cloth going still. "This whole thing is a fucking mess," she said, and her gazed moved up to Tragos' face. She wished she could make him explain just what the fuck he was thinking in going along with this plan. "They were going to leave town together to escape the negative influence of some gods. They decided that they also needed to liberate Ares' son from his mother's arms in the process." Her tone turned bitter and snarky. "Apparently being the son of gods is a bad thing. They wanted to give little Telos the chance to choose his own destiny. Tragos died covering Kaden's escape. I don't know what happened between him and Melpomene, in the end."
She carried her cloth to a bowl to rinse it quite aggressively. "Now Kaden thinks he has to see it through and he won't come back, and Ares is after him. Do you hear that?" She turned to look at Tragos' vacant face. "Cy is already dead because of you, and Kaden is going the same way. Is this what you wanted?" She had such a hurt mix of emotion that she wanted to scream it from the rooftops, but instead she dropped the cloth and turned away to find the tote bag with the clothes in, just for something to do to get herself under control again.