Hera made a soft, not completely impressed hmm, and set the candle back down. It would be too much for Hecate anyway. She wanted something more genuine, but not one of these gaudy saints. Even if they did do partial duty in other belief systems. She'd taken the title "madonna del granato" as a more Catholic kind of title, to fit in more with the locals. Lady of the Pomegranate.
"I want something for a friend I haven't seen in a while," she said, looking at the shelf of candles and not the girl. "I am going to beg hospitality so I don't want any tacky shit. Something she'll use." She picked up a black candle, but she didn't like the masculine scent of it so put it back. Yuck, it smelled like Ares, minus the sweat and blood.