You lived in Achilles' room, as his close friend.

Only near his bed did you find peace when he talked about his daily worries as a prince, about meetings with the mother goddess and sword training.

You laughed, then he taught you to play the lyre, and also juggled figs and always threw one to you.

And in the evening, when the noisy palace died down, you ran away together to the old olive tree on the coast.

Achilles: Take the string out of my hair