The bones stood out in his face, and beneath her hands his arms were thinner than she'd ever know. From the story told by his eyes and his body, it truly had been months (she was so stupid— no, don't go there!)
"This is my ward," Hecate said of the sleeping baby, running both her hands soothingly down his arms. "I'm calling her Clementine. She's a story in herself, but I'm here to hear yours. Hermes— what happened?"