Hestia Jones can charm the pants off of you. (hastyhestia) wrote in wished,
The doors to the lift closed slowly as they stood there. Hestia pressed the button fourth from the bottom and a monotone voice rang out that they would soon be arriving at the fourth floor. "Spell Damage" the voice said. Hestia leaned back against the wall of the lift, her eyes never leaving the woman's body.
The information the young woman gave her stored itself away in Hestia's brain. She had a feeling she'd be writing a very long letter to the rest of the Order that evening.
"I'm not sure contacting her daughter will be possible," Hestia said. She caught herself, though, before saying anything more that could clue her in on who the woman was. She couldn't trust the girl yet, not until she had more concrete information. "Until we figure out who she is."