Megan nodded slowly when she inquired about the jacket. It had never occured to her that it might have been her fathers, Hestia never mentioned it, and Megan never asked. It had just always been apart of her mother, something that had been comforting in a strange way. It was odd to think of now, that she’d been that close to something of her fathers and never really realized it.
“We do.” She agreed softly. If there was anything she’d learned during her time with the DA, was that you needed to rely on anyone who would help you. There had been people who, at the beginning of the year, she hadn’t known, but she had come to their aid, and they to hers. And that bonded you to someone in a way she never expected. They all needed each other that year.