He needed to clear his head.

Odysseus has been on Circe’s island for a few hours now, and she had already turned some of his men into pigs. He needed to find a way to get her to change them back, all while defeating her at the same time.

He had been wandering through the forest on Circe’s island, his body tense, his mind running. He is exhausted and hungry, and that makes it hard to think straight.

Every single sound he heard made him flinch and look towards that way, instinctively grabbing his bow and arrow; always checking to see if he was being followed, or if danger was lurking.

After around his 6th time looking over his shoulder for danger, he looked forward and sighed, continuing his walk through the forest.

As he continued to pass through, his attention got caught by a being in the pond nearby; a nymph.

He stopped his walking, turning his head to look over towards you. You stood in the clear pond water quietly, the water running down your skin. Odysseus watched quietly, somehow a little eased in your presence.