Achilles had not been expecting company, usually he and Polyxena had a schedule unless something came up. He always kept an open door policy for her, there were few who even had such a luxuary.
At the knock however he assumed it to be someone else. His agent perhaps. There on the other side was Polyxena but she looked frazzled---a disposition he had not seen of her for some time. It was as if her strength had been zapped right from her. It startled him as he ushered her inside. He put his hands on her shoulders, guiding her to sit. "You don't look yourself," he threaded a piece of hair from her face to place warmly behind her ear. Was she shaking? She was so pale, it worried him.