"Perhaps. I do not know for certain. I have.. other means of protection though, so even should the moon wish to do so, it would likely be unnecessary."
An arch of her brow, her small spine straightening and then she tilts her head, looking back up at him. That small body drawing up straight, wrapping her arms around herself.
"I am Hecate. I am Goddess of magic, witchcraft, necromancy, the crossroads, the darkness and the moon. I do not need outside protection."