Kaden didn't move, but he didn't stop watching Qebhet either, chewing on the fabric in a way that put Hecate in mind of someone chewing their nails. It gave off the impression of thought, but that could just be because Hecate was so desperately looking for signs.
She slowly lowered herself to sit beside Qebhet on the ground, the warmth of the day still lingering in the terracotta tiles. "He carried a charm of yours," she said, pulling it from her pocket and opening her hand, toward Qebhet, but also toward Kaden. "I thought he might like it on a band around his neck, but he panics whenever anyone gets too close, so I'm keeping a hold of it. It kept a hold of him, somehow. His spirit held onto it, tight. It was one of the things that saved him."