"And I you," Penthesilea admitted. She had missed many of her sisters, her fellow Amazons. They were her family, her whole world. Without them she was simple a name.
When she settled into her chair she set her hands on the table in front of her. She looked as though she was attending a meeting rather than having a meal with her sister. She was still formal in many respects. "You look well," she noted matter-of-factly.