"Helga knows you're not very good at taking care of yourself," she teased him gently before returning the soft kiss. "But it's no trouble, I promise. You've been working so hard and it's the least I can do." Hestia truly loved taking care of the people she loved. It filled her with a sense of purpose and pride. If she could make Bill smile like that every day, her life had meaning.
Blushing a little, Hestia cast her eyes down. "Stop," she said quietly. "I"m just me, the same Hestia you've known forever." She never say herself as beautiful, not like Fleur had been. Hestia rarely wore makeup, rarely dolled herself up at all. She lived in cozy jumpers in the winter and simple t-shirts in the summer. It was impossible for her to see herself as anything other than plain.
"You're the handsome one," she said and kissed his cheek lightly, her lips pressing against his scar.