Well, she had offered. And the offer would still be open to someone beloved of Shinsou. No matter what had happened the asshole of a man would still be the one that made Philomel's heart pound. Anger, fury, hatred, passion, frustration, regard, desire - oh Drys the desire.

"When you are tired of playing their games you know where to come," she said gently. "Go to any brothel that bares the White lily and tell them the Nightingale calls for you." Nightingale. The meaning of Philomel.

She rocked back to a comfortable position and thought of the questions Felicity posed. Love, honour, family. They were indeed important, and things that Philomel had either denied herself or lacked. And too - the young redhead had divulged that she had experienced love. Then why was she so determined to find Shinsou? Determined to deny herself happiness? But then Philomel was something of a hypocrite here. She herself was not running after the man.

"Love is complicated for me. I was trained as a high end courtesan - I sell love. Or sold it, really," she pulled her hand through Veridian's fur, as the fox curled into a ball at her hooves. He purred softly.

"I was trained to convince others that are in love with me. It was an act for years until I met Shinsou. I hardly believed it was real, actually."

She sighed. "Therefore, I do not know how or where to even start. I don't know how to be a good mother. It's nothing I've experienced."