Marcie listened to Cathal speak, nodding slowly. "I get that. I didn't used to worship either. But I know that my patron goddesses saved my life. I owe them eternal thanks." She laughed a little awkwardly. It felt weird to explain this to someone who didn't Know. She'd never had to do it before. "So I have, um, a little shrine to, uh- to Hecate, Athena and Aphrodite, and I make offerings to them. I know how it sounds." She blushed, a little embarrassed at being so vulnerable, not for having the shrine. Not at all embarrassed for that. And she couldn't deny her protectors. What kind of ungrateful adherent to them would she be if she did?