That made Luna feel a warmth spread through her, to hear other people say how loved she was by her gods. So many didn't understand her at all and thought she needed to 'escape', like Will and his Merry Men trying to rescue her from something she had no need to be rescued from. (Will had always talked such a big game about letting her make choices, all the while shitting on her choices.)
"There's a word used right in the beginning of the Odyssey to describe Odysseus: polytropos. Literally it's 'much-wandering' but in the poem it's more saying that Odysseus is a complicated man, a man of twists and turns. Translators are always disagreeing on what it should be exactly." Realising she could very easily just start talking books for way too long, completely unasked for, Luna got to her point. "Uh, but that's how I see Hermes. And, I guess, all of these gods. Benevolent saviours like for you and then sometimes less so. Polytropic."
She cleared her throat, knowing that it had been a pointless tangent to go on - it wasn't as though Henry had even begun to suggest anything negative about Hermes, but Luna was used to needing to defend when it came to people outside this circle.