Sliding off the bench at the sound of a voice, Hebe dared not step out of the pool of light around her. She knew the dark itself would not hurt her but it was what hid in the shadows that gave her pause most often. Brows furrowed, she tilted her head to the side trying to see past her light to the face of the man speaking to her.
"Zephyros?" She questioned unsure why the west wind would be there. "Why was I asleep? Where is my family?" There was a slight quiver in her voice.