Needless to say, Philotes couldn't help feeling incredibly guilty about her involvement in all of this. She still stood strong in her belief that her siblings could have their revenge and blah blah blah. But she had her mind set on getting the mortal out of there. So when the coast seemed to be clear she hurried through the building and snuck into the room where Patroclus and Jesse were being held. She had brought in a bottle of water, though her mind hadn't even gone to food. She just knew he would be thirsty. She opened the door and made a beeline for Jesse and knelt down next to him. She held the bottle to his lips long enough for him to at least get a drink. "Can you stand?" she asked hurriedly, moving to untie him.