Hestia gave a small nod, putting more attention then on the dog, though still listening carefully to Lee. She bit her lip in a small smile at his explanation of the dog, scratching behind her ears, suddenly debating as the smooth fur ran under her hand, the intelligence of getting another dog herself.
When he offered to help, his tone seemingly honesty, sincere; Hestia looked up at him with slightly widened eyes, herself honestly surprised. Most people, she figured, with everything that had happened lately were even more prone to werewolf discrimination. That with the attacks, with Umbridge's propaganda, everyone would suffer- even the god-damn veelas. Bill's wife, Bill himself.... She didn't know either of them well, only through Val and little Charlotte- through the Order, but well enough that she could not believe. Werewolves were one thing, something she didn't like but understood- but half-Veela?!
Snorting, Hestia shook her head. "Killing Umbridge?" She shook her head then, lips thinning slightly. "No, I shouldn't say that. She probably has spies or something, no doubt tripled here." Nearly rolling her eyes she moved to turn around, stopping as he complimented the rolling scents in the air. "No, you're alright. I'd hate to make a guest set his own place." She said with a half-grin, moving a hand back- up- to brush black locks behind her ear.