Hera straightened her shirt sleeves as she approached Hecate, her bearing proud and straight, and perhaps there was an echo of that in Marcie's posture at times, although she didn't know it.
"Well you caught me at a good moment," she said, giving Hecate a quick smile. Of course, she was in Hecate's house, she would offer whatever favours she could. It was only polite. "One of your girls got herself in trouble, did she?" It wasn't said with any malice though. She knew of the troubled women Hecate helped, and did not judge them. She'd even had one or two moved down to her retreat, where it would help.