"And why not?" Angela asked, "Life doesn't actually stop because there's a war on. People still go to work, get married, and have children." She looked down at her glass, and then set it down. Probably best not to have more. Shame. It made her feel so comfortable, "Seeking companionship is normal in such circumstances."
"Yes." Angela agreed with Hestia's statement, "So I'm gathering. Thank you for the warning, Hestia. I mean it. Thank you, it was risky on both of your parts to talk so candidly with me." She looked pensively past Hestia's shoulder, "But I can't give up my mother's house, her things. She hated all of this, us turning on each other." She shook her head, "It would be wrong. I need to protect it."
Not that she'd been the best daughter or anything. Too little too late. But she could at least have somewhere safe, a sanctum for her family, untainted by all the ugliness of the past decades.