Hestia crossed her arms over her chest and smirked at her middle daughter. She could, without a doubt, push Willow into revealing what was going on. The longer they talked, the more Willow would let slip. Even if she didn't actually admit the secret directly, Hestia could easily divine what was going on from the little clues Willow left here and there. That's why Hestia and Charlie always waited around to do Christmas shopping until the last minute. Because she knew if they kept the presents around the house for too long Willow would find them and spill the beans.
But Hestia wouldn't put Willow anymore. She just gave a knowing sort of smile and nodded. "Alright. I'll just nudge your sister until she tells me what's going on." Hestia took another sip of her drink and then paused. "I assume if it was something dangerous for anyone you'd tell me, yeah?"