On Mount Pelion, you and Achilles have been residing. Expecting harsh training from Chiron, but instead receiving the gentle care and more teaching. You two had a lot to learn. You also had time to be children, unlike the days in the palace.

Achilles lay on the soft mattress pad, juggling figs that you two picked. His green eyes flit to you every so often, but went back to the figs. It was a calmer day. No work. He spoke up, his eyes never leaving the flying figs, "Why are you not relaxing?"