This time, Qebhet managed not to startle. Slipping the box into her shoulder bag, she turned to Genesis and offered the girl a quick smile. "I'm okay," she said. "Just... a client. She came to thank me."
She wished she could say it without feeling a twist in her gut. It had been right to take in Ronan, she was sure of that much. She could never have dissuaded the Olympians from covering up his death, but she'd had it in her power to give him back his name and his dignity. It had been the right choice. And yet— and yet taking payment for it made her feel complicit.
She shook her head. "I wasn't expecting it, I suppose. Shall we go?"