Hestia really was pretty much okay, except for her hand. It wasn't anything that she hadn't dealt with before. Some guys just didn't know when to stop themselves. Like smacking a girl on her ass or any of that nonsense. She'd hit the guy though, and it had felt really good. Generally that's because Hestia actually really liked to fight with people, not that it ever showed very much. She'd much rather hit someone then take out her wand and hex them or something.
Currently her bruised and swollen hand was under a bag of frozen peas that wasn't doing her any real good. There was skin that was torn, and she was probably bleeding on the bag a bit but ah well. She was still wearing her clothes from when she'd gone out. She was actually wearing a skirt, miracle of miracles. Perhaps she was a bit too dressed up but she didn't feel like changing when her hand hurt. Hearing the door knock, she went to open it up and let Gilbert inside. "Hi. Come on in."