"Well, I would say yes, but..." Tinsel hesitated. Whatever she thought of what Luna did, there was still a dead body in the basement with stab wounds all over. For a woman who was used to taking charge in her work, right now she felt very indecisive.
"I was going to wait, until Peitho gets here. Or Hecate. I'm really not sure..." did gods do things differently? She didn't know that many of them, honestly, only her parents and others like them. She didn't know how gods did things like this. She gently sat Luna down again in her backwards shirt and men's jeans. "Do you think you can manage if I find you a jacket or a hoodie or something?"