They had kind each other, broken and undeserving of this life. Each for entirely different reasons. Penthesilea had felt like she should have never returned from the dead. It had been through Achilles that she had been able to express those frustrations. That in itself had become much more than she had ever expected. Then came the night they had spent together even if it had been fake, but it had been a stepping stone. After her sisters returned as ghosts was when Penthesilea finally accepted her place in this new world. They had given her the closure she needed.
When he kissed her cheek this time she had a very different reaction. A gentle smile appeared on her face at his touch, as simple as it may be. When she turned to look at him her expression changed to that of concern. She took his hand and lead him to the table where she insisted he sit down. "I suspect you aren't incredibly hungry, but you must eat something."