Thankfully Hestia was feeling much better. She was on her feet, and walking and looked ten times better than she had when she had arrived at the safehouse. All of her injuries were pretty much gone now, healed up which she was grateful for. Gilbert wouldn't have to hold her hand or stay with her until she fell asleep.
Letting the wards down long enough for Gilbert to come in, Hestia lead him into the safehouse and smiled. "I know it's you," she said with a laugh. "You're adorable. I think I should know your voice by now. Come in. Make yourself at home." Ah right, maybe she needed some more to drink.