Achilles had just left on an interesting note with his mother. Her words pounding into his head like an unforgettable line of a book. He was about to make his way outside, away from the lights, questions and swarming crowds of people.
It left him in an awkward place. While he held his head high, donning that arrogant face for those to see, soaking in the attention like a sponge, this moment left him indifferent. As he had stepped out of sight from Patroclus and Elisabeth, he caught sight of Briseis out of the corner of his eye. He had expected her to come, yet he wasn't sure her schedule would allow it. She was still grieving, and had she opted not to show--he honestly wouldn't have held it against her.
His eyes softened as he stepped forward, giving her a delicate smile before taking hold of her hands and giving her a hug in greeting.