It felt like recognition, Qebhet thought, watching Kaden as he tugged the hoodie closer. Perhaps only because she wanted it to be, but still, she grasped that feeling with a cautious hope. "Then we'll make sure that you do," she agreed, voice gentle.
There was something strange about his gait, though. She hadn't seen it until he'd had that sudden burst of energy, but when he'd broken into a run, the lopsidedness had become noticeable. He was favouring a leg. "Kaden, are you still hurt? His leg..." She cast a questioning look across at Hecate.