“She’s just tired, I think,” he murmured, running a soothing hand up the child’s back. She was adorable, and she seemed to be very content to stay in his arms. A father substitute, he suspected, but he couldn’t deny her it, especially as she was so innocent.
Hestia blushed as their hands touched and he felt a little bad for flustering her quite so badly. He wasn’t trying to – but he was aware that he probably reminded both females of the one they’d recently lost.
“No, I don’t think you have, and please, relax. I do understand,” he said. “Those decrees have been wreaking havoc on everything. I’ve been dealing with them as well.” He trusted Hestia enough that he would likely admit to his radio activities; he was rather confident in her wards.