"It was Marcie's prayer to me that gave me the final boost of strength I needed to find you," Hecate said to Kaden, the memory of Marcie's terror and desperation and hope raising goosebumps down her arms. Hecate's own hope, too; as Kaden stood and shook the hoodie off. He ran a short loop around the olive tree, still favouring one leg over the other, and then picked up the hoodie by its very wet sleeve and dragged it toward Hecate and Qebhet, dropping it a couple of feet away, his body quivering.
"You want to see her too, don't you?" Hecate asked, and Kaden didn't respond to that other than nosing at the hoodie again. Hecate had tried the 'one bark for no, two for yes' means of communication with no luck whatsoever, but she was sure the name 'Marcie' was understood. So sure.