Felicity nodded, determination flooding her. "Absolutely. You didn't need to ask me to watch over him. I already was going to."

Felicity blinked as the faun got up, asking one final favor.

"Write it down. Quickly." Felicity stood up, "I'll deliver it to him myself; and make sure he reads it."

In the grassy field, Felicity reached up and pulled her hair out of her face. She had purpose, regardless of what her mother had done to her. Felicity could only hope that Philomel understood that she had to watch over her son. She gazed upon the pregnant mother, wind rustling their hair, "And point me in the direction of Whitevale, please? I'm hopelessly lost."