Philomel was still in a tetchy mood. At the man-child's shrug she raised an eyebrow and did not seem at all impressed.

"Fenn. That is not what I am looking for. You have been ... tortured by someone. I want to know who."

Although, despite that question, Philomel had a sinking feeling that she knew exactly who it might be. Whatever changing, maddening people had been in that pub last night. Everyone who was anyone had really happened to be in Raieara, running away from the dark storm. But there had been one individual who stood out for the faun of fauns, one certain, red-haired crazy woman who had exchanged various odd looks with Fenn. The same woman who was Shinsou's lover.

By what she knew of this boy, he was a type of fae. Fae, or as they were sometimes known, Faerie, had weaknesses like most other races. For fauns, fire was their enemy, and Philomel was one of the only ones of her kind that she knew of who was not entirely afraid if the burning element. Fae, on the other hand, were partially known to have an ill relationship with iron, and with the metal so easy to access, numerous as it was, it would not be hard for someone to find the right manacles and bind a certain small, innocent being with them.

After a moment of staring into those large, green eyes, Philomel finally let her hand go from his shoulder. And there she stood, arms folding across her chest, but still looking down at him.

"I only want to make certain that you are not in danger, Fenn," she spoke to him, using his name for the first time. "Call it an instinct if you will, but you barely look older than my own daughter."

Veridian slunk up to sit beside the boy. He turned his pointy black nose and pressed it to Fenn's side. You are a good person. You do not deserve this.

Philomel paused, then translated. "We are only concerned for your well being."

She glanced over to see Storm now striding up the stairs to the upper deck and gave him a small nod before returning to the Fae. "Let us go below decks," she suggested. "And get this out of the open air."

With that she nodded over to where Storm was, and twisted sharply to lead the way down to the Officer's Mess. A private room, reserved for her, Veridian, Maverik and a few other choice individuals. She did not look to see if Fenn came, but rather gestured at Storm and looped arms with the warrior when she came to his side, to escort him to their destination. Veridian, on the other hand, stayed right by Fenn, and kept looking at him. It took less than a second for Maverik to join them, grunting her presence.