Beroe just stayed there, pressed against her mother as her hair was stroked. It reminded her of when she was just a girl. Long before she ever knew about what should have been love. About men. About gods, specifically Olympian lust. That's all she had ever been to Poseidon, just an object of lust. She had been fortunate when Amphitrite came along because the attention was taken off of her. It meant eventual freedom if she played her cards right, and sure enough the time came when she slipped away with detection.
She would never blame her mother, because she knew everything Aphrodite had ever done for her was out of love. Even if she would have rather a decision be made from the start, she knew in her heart her mother did what she thought was best. The only resentment Beroe felt was for Poseidon.
Even so, she didn't know telling her mother of the countless times she had tried to fight him off but failed. It was something she had had to overcome emotionally. Physically she could put a barrier up, but sometimes she was an emotional wreck even if she didn't show it.
She sighed heavily at those words. "Thank you, mom. I needed to hear that. I've been saying it to myself for years, but I didn't know if it was true or just wishful thinking."