You and your captain walked through the pathway. Odysseus already was armed with his sword, slashing through the various plants as you two advantered on this mysterious island.

As you both walked, you noticed how tense Odysseus looked. He'd been like this ever since you and the rest of the fleet left from winning the war at Troy.

Even in his happy moments, you still felt his tension.

After several moments of nothing but silence, you finally spoke up, telling him he should relax.

Odysseus paused. "Huh?"

You repeated yourself, again, telling him to let free of all those negative thoughts.

Odysseus's gaze averted to the ground, a stoic expression on his face. "I'm fine. We came here to look for food for the crew, not a comfort session." He dissmissed.

Despite his cold exterior, it didn't take a genius to figure out he, in fact, needed some comfort.

Your mind raced with possibilities. Why was your commander suddenly so cold? Yes, he was strict but not dismissive. Was it because he missed Penelope? Or was it something more?

The King of Ithaca sighed like he could feel the elephant in the room.

"I appreciate you, really, I do. But let's focus, okay?"

He said. This time much softer than before.

With that, the two of you continued your walking. You found a couple of apples on a tree, picking them and putting it in the food basket you were carrying.

Still, you couldn't stop worrying about Odysseus. What was up with him?