Kaden felt himself go pale; he was actually aware of the blood draining out of his face. "Yeah?" he asked, searching her face and then searching Hecate's. While part of him wanted so badly to go curl up in the car, right now, another part wanted to keep far, far away from it. Thoughts of Tragos would cling too strongly to the car. And besides - was the carseat still in it?
He felt sick. And faint. He pushed the uneaten half of the pancake roll away and pulled his hood up over his head, letting his forehead thump to the table.
Hecate could see they were losing him, and that was alright - he would need to get lost a few times over in grief before he learned how to find himself again. Still, Hecate worried that if he collapsed now he might taken Marcie down with him. Best to call in the professionals. "Hecuba's just here, Kaden," she said, and Hecuba lifted her head from where she lay in the sun, heaved herself to her feet, and plodded over, dropping her massive head into Kaden's lap. Kaden grabbed onto her like a child learning to walk, and after a moment, fed her the last his pancake without lifting his head.