She wasn't Peitho, but she wasn't sounding the alarm either. Lottie thought that was a good thing. Though she wasn't sure why Peitho's name would make the girl wrinkle up her nose. Hadn't she just said the erotes were her brothers? Wouldn't that make her related to Peitho then? Oh dear. Had she offended the other goddess?
Friendship stood up, brushing off the front of her chiton that had managed to gather some dirt and debris from her trip through the shrubbery. Then she offered her hand, palm up, in the universal sign of peaceful greeting. “Sorry, I'm Philotes,” she greeted. “Goddess of Friendship and Affection.”
She waited a heartbeat then asked, “And you are?”
Because the other girl had only said she wasn't Peitho. She hadn't said who she was. Sister to the erotes. But maybe not a love goddess? Then who? What? Aphrodite did have several fathers for her children. Maybe this one belonged to Hermes or something. Lottie didn't want to offend her by assuming, but that was hard to do when she hadn't given her name yet.