It had all come about so quickly, and this caused Hestia to mentally beat herself. She shouldn't have let her tongue get so carried away. Clearly she'd bothered Dawlish, and that fact would continue to eat at her for the rest of the night. He was right, though. They were both on duty, and it was foolish to have entertained such a distracting conversation for as long as they had. Strangely enough, she wanted to thank him for reminding her of why they were there to begin with. Part of her, however, demanded to know why he tugged her emotions around so flippantly. He had warned her, and she couldn't discredit that warning. But at the same time, he had to know how difficult it was to fight his advances--whether they were purely flirtatious or with other intentions. His words were rushed, as was he. "Goodnight, John," she spoke, only seconds after he'd begun to walk away. Her words were probably too quiet to be heard though, as usual. And alas, as quickly as that, the old Hestia was back. No more courage left with which to be bold.
This left a rather irritating question: how to return his robe to him? She didn't want to seem like the angsty ex-girlfriend, but at the same time, Merlin forbid he lop her into the group of birds that sought after swiping his attire. Deciding not to return to the castle until she came up with a plan of action, Hestia began to stride back down to the forest, making one final round by herself. Surprisingly enough, it felt more comforting to be in solitude at this point in time; she couldn't help but feel thankful toward Dawlish to being so blunt and irritating with his actions and words. It was because of him she was able to put her thoughts of him at rest for good, at least for now.