Sure enough the redhead was at the door, and she gave her a small smile, stepping back to let her in. As she shut the door behind her with one hand, Hestia used the other to reposition Shae on the other shoulder so as when she turned around she could offer her hand to the woman. “Hestia, yes, you were right.” She stopped awkwardly for a moment, biting her lip, before, as if realizing her place, gestured her to the hall. “The study is this way, sorry for the,” she nodded her head politely at the sleeping infant on her shoulder. “I meant to already have him down when you arrived.”