Feelings. She knew a lot about feelings.

And Veridian. Huffing a little, her attempt to recruit Felicity done, the offer to change the girl's life over, Philomel rocked to her hooves. Remarkably, this conversation was going better than could be expected. The faun felt something now for the little moving life within her belly, and one of those emotions was indeed guilt. There was a pang within her and loss for not having a strong relationship with Celandine, her daughter, as she could have had.

The fox kept snoring, his side's heaving up and down, quite happy in his state. Keeping her eyes on him for a moment Philomel took some time to organise her thoughts before she replied.

"Veridian and I are connected in a way beyond what anyone else might understand. We are siblings in the soul, our spirits are kin. It's hard to explain, but my Goddess whom I serve, Drys, told me so. He was, and always will be, my beloved. When he does I feel such pain, such a sense of loss that it feels like my body is being rent in twain."

Her hands settled over her stomach, as she gazed up at the redhead with her slate grey eyes.

"If you will not come back with me, Felicity, then promise me one thing. Take care of him and take care of yourself. If it comes to it that his life is in danger again, then I pray that you get him out of that. Do what you must."

She nibbled her lip, perhaps being a fool for asking such a thing, but if the barbarian of a girl was truly passionate about staying with Shinsou, then Philomel had to ask.

"And do not tell him I requested this. Just ... Keep him out of trouble. Though he's stupid enough to get himself into it anyway."

Then she thought. "Could you take a letter to him for me?"