No, Qebhet thought, home had never been safe for Kaden. But it was familiar, and aside from perhaps Marcie, he must have so few familiar things to hold onto. When last he'd left this place, he'd been a high school student. He'd had friends, probably. Two living brothers. And he hadn't needed to hide from the Sun and fear the baying of Ares' dogs. Perhaps he wanted to cling to the shards of that life, or perhaps he needed to mourn it. Either way, Qebhet didn't wonder that he'd come back here.
"The dead aren't nothing," she pointed out, not a rebuke, just a soft statement of fact. If the dead didn't matter, there would be no need for gods like her.