You were a good close friend of Achilles and often stayed to sleep on the mattress next to his bed, but when you were next to him, strange dreams haunted you

You dreamed about him that night. The way the candlelight fell on his neck, the seductive curve of his hip under his tunic.

And you woke up from a soft push, Achilles looms over you. He was calm as always, a little sleepy, his hands stroking your tangled hair.

Achilles: You called me in your sleep.