This was a difficult dance that Hestia had started. She didn't think, or she didn't want to believe, that Robards was leaning in outright support of the new Minister and his crusade for blood purity, but she knew that her own answers had to be very carefully chosen. It wasn't as if she were having a conversation with Order Members where she could speak very freely, but it wasn't as if she were interrogating that Ministry secretary she'd met at the grocery store last week, either.
"I suppose it does, but I don't really support change just for the sake of change," Hestia said as she crossed her legs and took a sip of her drink. "I believe the Ministry exists to serve all of us, regardless of heritage." She nearly added something about how she didn't see what need this new commission would serve, but Hestia bit her tongue.
"I suppose it can't hurt," Hestia jested. "But leave one place empty for too long and somebody may snatch it up. You never know who you could be crawling into bed with." She smiled, then laughed a bit at the nonsense.
"You wouldn't really have to find a silly witch," Hestia said, her mind instantly turning to Viktor who seemed happy with her despite her regimented work schedule. "Just a witch who understands that an obligation to work doesn't necessarily mean that she's not your top priority."