When Achilles was alone he could ponder the repercussions of events that had happened. One of which left Erato with child. He'd never been a successful father in the past, only in name. He was not sure what he could be now, especially to such a young woman that pulled out emotions he was unsure he'd ever feel again.

He came in his usual cargo pants and jacket. It was very obvious when he approached what he was to Erato. Her parents wouldn't likely be pleased of the news they would receive later today, but they had best not be vicious. Achilles would never stand for that.

He helped the girl with the heavier pieces, loading them almost effortlessly without much of a word.