Marcie sighed softly. "When I was sixteen. It's not something I'm proud of. But I was at almost twelve weeks when I lost it. I..." That was different. It was in the past. Everyone knew about that. Nobody knew about this. She forced herself to keep talking. "I'm about seven or eight now. I'm not sure exactly, I haven't... I haven't told anyone." Hecate's hand on her brow was soothing, and her eyes fell half closed as she spoke. "I was going to ask you who to go to, but... my body jumped the gun."