Hestia had grown accustomed to hiding her feelings and emotions. It wasn't good for patients at the hospital to have to deal with emotional healers, especially when they were the ones who required care. Hestia also knew that she absolutely had to conceal her involvement with the Order, for her own safety and for those around her. Viktor, by caring, was throwing a wrench into her well-crafted machine. She quickly finished with the remaining decorations before she addressed him again.
She looked up into his eyes, and Hestia nearly lost herself there. "I'm not good at sharing my feelings or emotions, I'm not very practiced at it," she stated weakly. Hestia suddenly felt very tired. Impulsively, she wrapped her arms around him and tucked her head into the crook of Viktor's neck. Feeling him close to her helped her regain a bit of her precious balance.
"This whole week has been difficult, Viktor," Hestia said with a sigh, still clutching his body to hers. She'd told him before that he surprised her by being such a gentleman, but now he was surprising her by being so interested in her and caring about her. Hestia didn't quite know how to react to him.