Hestia gave him another peircing look before giving a slow nod. "Yes, it is." For that earlier moment that she'd been afraid of him, now there was nothing- she didn't understand what the fear had been from.
He looked like a poor boy that just needed a snack and to be sent off to bed. Especially when he looked at her like that, the poor thing. "Alright, come on Dennis. I keep my stock in the kitchen with the potions and things," she still never had gotten around to actually making a supply room, or labrotory, or anything of the sort.
She put out a hand to help gesture him the right direction, "then, I'm sure I can find something for you to sleep on in the cellar for the day."