Had she ever been scared of Hermes and Peitho? No, not really. There was always the slight threat that she knew hung in the air if she was ever to step out of line too far. If her playful snark and banter with them went beyond what they enjoyed and into crossing a line - a line that on some days seemed not quite clear.
But there was no sense of constant danger with them. There was only a sense of security, that her faith placed in them would protect her from others.
(Although..., she thought, her mind drifting to the terrifying look in Ares' eyes at the party.)
"You don't scare me, My L- Hermes," she corrected herself gently, remembering what he'd just asked.