Oh. That look. Lottie knew that look. She'd seen it every single day of her life, because every single one of her siblings had worn that look at some point or another, and if they weren't, well, then, she was. It was one of the gifts of being a child of Night and Darkness. They'd all inherited it from their parents.
Philotes wondered if Ninkasi understood that Kratos had inherited it from his mother as well. Somehow, she kind of thought the Sumerian might have missed it, because Kray's form of stubbornness wasn't quite as blatant. He didn't plant his feet and cross his arms or anything like that. He just quietly refused to budge.
Which, she suddenly realized, was how he'd managed to stay in this relationship with Ninkasi for so long without revealing how he felt. Unless he was as surprised by the kiss as she had been. Oh. Well that could be something to ask about later too.
At the moment, she had a stubborn Sumerian who was giving her a trip through family history hell. What was it about parents that messed up kids? Maybe she'd made the right decision in not having children. Not that she would have after... well, it was the right call either way.
"You're not your father, you know," she said carefully. "You don't have to follow in his footsteps. You can choose a different path. So you got some of his... wanderlust. That doesn't mean you have to use it in the same way. And it doesn't mean that Kratos is going to be like your mom either. In fact, you may be underestimating him because maybe you forgot but... he's Greek."
Lottie's brows lifted suggestively. There was a reason their myths were the way they were. Just because some people didn't participate in some of the more risque activities didn't mean they didn't understand them or that they disapproved.
"I'm just saying, your future isn't dictated by somebody else's past," she finished. "So if you want something different, why are you letting fear keep you from it?"