Daphne frowned at the comment, setting a glass of wine in front of Echo. Daphne nibbled on the venison, thinking about Echo's reply. "Well. Maybe I can try and help. Tell me about them, and why you are confused." Daphne didn't like men, didn't understand what the issue could be but she wanted to help. Or at least try.
Daphne wouldn't mind if Echo moved in. She did miss her companions, and few girls wanted to live in a place as empty as her home. That and they kept assuming she wanted more then just a companion. Daphne didn't always understand that.
Lately Daphne had wondered about her, ever since Apollo had told her why she feared him so much. She wondered what else Eros had done to her that Daphne didn't agree with. She pushed that out of her mind, focusing on her friend.