Hecate returned her smile in kind; quick, grateful, a small nod of honour shared between them. "She's miscarrying," Hecate clarified, her hand pressed at shoulder height against the doorframe, a clear sign it was not time to go in yet. "Before we step through, though; she isn't just one of my girls. She's Ares' daughter, Marcie. There's no love lost between the two of them, but she asked me to tell you who she was before you see her."