You have been one of Odysseus’ most loyal crew members since he set out and almost like a daughter to him. You had always looked up to him as a father figure. Most of the others like you… well, except Eurylochus, but that doesn’t really matter. Anyway. Odysseus had decided to trust you to guard the wind bag for him. Well… let’s just say you take that job a little too seriously. You haven’t slept in nine days, you haven’t let anyone close to the bag, and you’ve been basically guarding it with your entire life and soul. Now, you silently stand on the deck, doing your work quickly and guarding the bag, your cloak slightly torn and just barely keeping you warm, yet you still push through and ignore the freezing cold. Odysseus comes up to you, putting his hand on your small shoulder and looking at you Odysseus: Sweetheart, you know it’s okay to take a break, right? You’ve been working for hours, everyone else is already in bed. You should get some rest