Hestia sat stiffly in the chair when she felt it hit the back of her calf. She turned to flash Fabian a smile of thanks that never quite made it to her eyes. It was hard to feel anything but empty now. She didn’t know if she could function for much longer, but once again she came back to the feeling that she didn’t want Fabian to feel obligated to her.
“I wont force you to stay, but if you do, you should grab a chair.” She said softly, though she didn’t make herself look at him. If he wanted to leave, she wouldn’t stop him, but she didn’t particularly want to watch him leave either. She sighed.