"You do more then you think Hestia. You always have." There was a reason he kept a fireplace wherever he went. That and she reminded him vaguely of their mother. Not that he remembered Rhea very well.
He took one of the sandwiches and bit into it. When he finished with the bite he shrugged. "I suppose so, and they do. She's not letting it go." and he'd understood in the beginning. Now it was just tiring. He missed the warm sister he remembered from his past, not the harpy she'd turned into.
"I will," he didn't think they'd stay during spring but he figured she'd enjoy it.