Achilles clasped his hands behind his back, holding his chest out in the proud stance of any soldier. He glanced around the room, his defenses still up at the very nature of this situation. He had not seen a familiar face until he caught a glance at Erato and then his childhood friend Asclepius.

He gave Erato a kind tilt of his head in recognition, though it seemed she was preoccupied and he knew little of her now to feel bitter jealousy. Not yet.