Hestia sighed. "Yes, well, I had rather hoped to have been spared the power play," she told him. "Still, as you say. He is in charge."
She took the gems from his outstretched hand, holding them up to the light. They flashed and winked at her, spilling colored light onto her face and hands. "They're lovely," she breathed. "Thank you. I'll have to have them set."
She tucked the gems into a pocket of her apron, and reached for his hand. "You're doing just fine," she assured him. "If I wanted charm, I'd be speaking to them right now."