Despite Dominic's attempts at comfort, Hestia only sobbed more. It was a stupid mess, stupid of her to have ever dreamed for more than she knew she could have with the dangers still out there. "I know, I know, but we don't and we can't and I wish you hadn't found the bloody dress, I wish I hadn't bought the Merlin forsaken thing!"
Much like all hopes for a normal life, a life that was and would continue to be a fairytale to them, impossible to achieve, were gone, so to needed to be the cause of facing reality even more harshly. Still crying, she pulled free of his embrace and rose from the chair, ballgown skirts swishing as she gathered up the garment bag with the cause of all of this, bunching it into a tight ball before heading out of the room back to the living room. Before she even reached the living room, she could be heard, quite clearly, lighting the fireplace.