Philippus honestly does not want to know its gender. And yes, she's watching Emma with well-hidden curiosity; back at the moment when the spell hit she gave up her chance to do more, and right now she's wondering what she did, and if it was worth the cost.

She doubts she'll be taken prisoner. If she is, she doubts she'll be kept one for long. She just watches, face blank with three thousand year's worth of cultivated serenity.

She has one regret, and only the one: she isn't dying for her Queen.