Hestia took notice of a girl with white hair standing near the table that she was under not to long ago. ‘She’s not dressed like the others. Weird? Pretty? Different?’ Hestia look around with her head mostly pointed in a downward angle. She didn’t want to seem like she was staring, ‘That’d be rude right?’ She glanced up one quick time ‘Odd girl. Particular? She looks like a freezing, wilting flower popping out of snow. Should not talk, might get mad from words. Words can hurt. cut deep like a scalpel with nothing to numb it. A punishment?’ Hestia shook her head, best to get out of it. Sometime being inside your head to long is dangerous, can bring back pain forgotten. She walked over to the table, ‘Don’t look, don’t stare, don’t be rude. Might get mad.’ As she got closer to the table she crouched down and crawled back underneath it. ‘Just wait, they’ll take you back soon. You’ll get food to eat. Food to eat. Then, can fall to sleep. Sleep in peace. Quiet, but not too quiet.’ Hestia sat underneath the table hoping not to have been noticed, she wasn’t very good with words.