Novella certainly wouldn't push her, she was free to take as long as she needed. The Author certainly got the impression it would take a while to get her out of her shell. Her nephew, Sorrel, for instance hadn't really made any progress in his antisocial ways and he wasn't trembling in fear any time anyone approached or spoke to him. Sure there had been moments of difficulty in his life but certainly nothing in comparison to the hardships of Hecate. Still the stuttered out thank you would do for now, and once more the Author would smile softly at the girl. "You're welcome."
