I AM AN OCEAN, I AM THE SEA

The deity's first words at met with a slight chuckle. "Touche'". Her tone is light, her eyes warm. Artemis speaks, acknowledging at the she has a boy. Roman speaks again. "Congratulations." She speaks, her tone warm. "I have not yet decided if I am lucky or cursed. I had five pups- five insufferably whelps that I cannot help but adore- Four females, one male." There is mixed pride in her voice. The pups were driving her insane- she hated being cooped up to their sides, but she also adored them. It was a conflicting thing. Her ears prick with interest at Artemis speaks again- her son being the one the reason that she sought her out? Hmm? "Whatever you need." Please do not ask me to babysit... She thinks, though, if Artemis asked, she'd do it. Roman meets her gaze, and there is both curiosity in her own violet eyes as well as an easy confidence- whatever the pale empress had to ask- Roman would make it happen. Roman Armada did not forget those she considered allies- or friends. As to what she considered Artemis, she didn't readily know.