Achilles caught sight of his mother, and he released himself from any prior engagements to speak. She was one voice that he held above any other. There was a prideful look on his face as he approached, his head held high, eyes sharp.
He did not see Hephaestus whom she'd brought with her, and he was adamant about speaking to the man. He liked Hephaestus despite any discord he held with other gods.
"Mother," he spoke softly, as if waiting for her seal of approval.