"Alright, I'll be with you in a moment," Hecate said, and went to check on the sleeping Clementine. She was out to it, and any movement now would wake her, so Hecate left her with the baby monitors (one of mortal design tucked into one of Hecate's many pockets, one of magical, hung round her neck) before making her way upstairs toward Marcie.
She had been keeping an eye on Apollo, of course, to make sure he wasn't keeping an eye on her and the people she was sheltering. It was in some ways reassuring that his attention was being pulled in a different direction of late, though highly unsettling in others. The knowledge that he was dating a woman with a connection to Kaden did not sit well with Hecate. Then there was the announcement of his newfound mortal daughter, which worried her for the young woman's sake... But if she stepped in there she'd risk drawing Apollo's attention back toward her. Best just to watch, for now, and check in with the likes of Athena sooner rather than later.
So, she did think it was unlikely that any trouble Marcie was having was down to Apollo; but when it came to Marcie's health it was hard to keep thoughts of Apollo from her mind.
Kaden was at the door moment after she knocked; she could hear him scrambling toward the door before he pulled it open. He didn't say anything, he just turned around and pointed accusingly at Marcie, looking pale and in pain on the couch.
"Thank you, Kaden," Hecate said, causing Kaden to frown in confusion because he hadn't done anything. He followed her over to the couch, though he hung back at a distance as she sank down beside Marcie in her blanket cocoon. "I brought some paracetamol," she said (and missed the look of alarm and urgency on Kaden's face. Paracetamol! That wasn't magic?!) "Can you tell me where it hurts?"