Hestia shook her head, letting them in, the wards going down for a moment. “No, it’s alright. It’s just my sister- she should be fine for a bit longer with the baby.” Even if she didn’t trust that arse of a man she was living with.
Watching as he set Valery down, her eyes drifted to the dog and back up to the man. He had a young face, less lined then so many in town, and rather kind. Again, she felt a surge of gratitude that he found her. No matter how you explained it to her, Val was willing to make friends with anyone; a wonderful thing, however, dangerous and it made Hestia nervous constantly.
Smiling at him she turned half ways around, her body angled towards the hallway to the left. “Kitchen is down here, how do you like your coffee?” She asked before moving to her daughter, bending down to kiss her forehead. “And what do you want Val?” She asked softly, hand smoothing over her soft tight curls.