Can Hestia actually have friends? [Nico]

Hestia sat at the hearth of the Camp like she did every so often with many demigods running past, once in a while one would smile at her but mostly they'd ignore the young looking goddess. She was sitting cross-legged looking at the fire dance in front of her eyes as she recited poems and chants in Ancient Greek. Her golden hair was laced with some pink and tumbled down her back in beautiful gleaming waves. She was wearing a typical white chiton that all goddesses wore and on the top of her head was a small diamond tiara that went around her head and was laced in with her hair. The tiara itself was barely a centimetre high decorated with diamonds and platinum in the shape of flames to represents the flames of the Hearth. She felt a presence and she smiled.

"Nico di Angelo, I've missed you," she said softly.