Hestia's eyes tighented at her words, pulling her closer, kissing the top of her head, resting a cheek there, as she rocked her back and forth. "Shhh, we had to take you to the hospital sweetheart, you got really sick." Hestia choked out quietly, wiping at her face with one hand as she held Val too her. "But you're awake now, you're gonna get better." God she hoped so, but she seemed a lot better, she didn't feel so warm, the marks were fading...
"Oh baby..." Hestia kissed her head again, whispering so quiet it was a wonder if Val heard her at all. How did she tell her that her father was...dead?