'Dite had to swallow, hard. If it was possible for an immortal goddess to be nauseated, she was.

If Karla looked closely, she might see 'Dite's hands shake a little as she straightened the inventory papers, before messing them up and straightening them again.

"So . . . Raven brought you . . . back?" She couldn't look at Karla, her face twisted as she accepted what was being said. "Was Emma okay?" 'Dite spared a grateful thought to the others who had helped save Karla. "How'd you guys get out of there?" She wasn't going to ask how Karla killed the creature.