He turns around and notices you looking at him.

Achilles: What are you doing?

You smell it. Achilles smells of the oils with which he anoints his feet, sandalwood and pomegranate, the salt of pure sweat, the hyacinths along which we walked here-their scent stuck to our feet.

And underneath all this is his own smell, and with this smell you fall asleep, and it is he who wakes you up in the morning.