Persephone felt a degree of completion now, like she had found a part of her, which had been missing for quite sometime. Inside, she felt placated, a thing she knew instinctively that Hecate tended to bring out in her.
Her hand went to Fe--no, Hecate's, and she placed it over the other, nodding. "I think you are absolutely right," she said, agreeing wholeheartedly. "There is a reason we are in this predicament, and if she has not gone right out and told everyone yet, there must be a sound reason behind it." Protection was the first thing that came to mind, but with that came questions of from what? which was a line of thinking the likes of which she was not quite prepared for -- not at the present moment, in any event.
She grabbed her phone from her satchel, navigating the touchscreen to the contacts page, and setting up a new one. "Would you like to exchange telly numbers?" she inquired. "So that we might be able to keep in touch more readily that through writing alone? In case anything happens, that is."