Hestia dropped the hood of her cloak back before raking her hands through her hair. She brushed her bangs out of her eyes, her brow furrowing as she looked Tonks over. Her first assumption seemed to be right. She turned on her heel, her pace falling in step with Tonks' and nodding her head in understanding.
Or as understanding as she could possibly be. Hestia's knowledge of Tonks' special ability was limitied. She knew what she had briefly read in books and what Tonks had managed to make Hestia understand.
"It sounds like exactly what we think it is," Hestia told her. She chewed softly on her bottom lip, her hands digging into the pockets of her cloak. "There are some things you just can't magic away."