Antigone sighed; that answer would have to do. "Good," she said, casting her eyes across what he'd been working on. The Illiad. She narrowed her eyes; she wasn't a fan. "Me too," she said, though she really did want to tell him about the months she'd spent at her mother's mortal son's side, waiting for him to die. She'd tell him, but it was a conversation for later. "Been writing."