Hecate was nodding grimly at the mention of Freyja's story; she'd told Hecate a balance, enough to be helpful while still protecting her brother's privacy.
When Merlin mentioned the symbol and its connection to the show, she breathed a short laugh, out her nose. Right, of course. It was a little tacky, but it stood the chance of working beautifully. "Clever," she said, tracing her fingertips over the pentacles in the design. The ink seemed to shimmer and shift, and though the page did not change, the shape rose like a ghost of the ink, hovering in the air between them so they could examine it from both sides. "Yes, I can make this work," Hecate said thoughtfully. "Ceiling or floor, though, that's the question."