"We? You and the moon?" She asks, but there's no sense of sarcasm, no feel that she's making fun, judging by her tone. She has come to accept that Gods are tied to belief, and that not everyone believed the same as those who followed her. That there are different embodiments of the Moon, well, it doesn't seem to be surprising to her.
What would it be like to gather them all together, every single being that was moon, see what commonalities they had, what differences.
The uncertainty makes sense, she is not familiar with the term. There's an arc of her brow at Viking but she merely nods, accepting.
"I am..." a pause, her mortal name or not. No, not this time. "Hecate. Greek.'