Meteion considered his question, tilting her head as she did so. Her brow furrowed in consternation.

"I...don't really know why they wear masks. I'm...not sure Hermes ever explained it. Hermes is the one who created me! Well. Not only me, he's created a lot of things, but I'm one of them. And my sisters, the Meteia." She blinked, then.

"That might be why they all wear masks and robes, though! So they all know who are people, and who are creations and familiars. That doesn't necessarily mean I'm not a person, too. Just not like Hermes and the others like him, though!" Hermes certainly had always treated Meteion like a person. Maybe not an adult, but a person.