It took Penthesilea a moment for it to connect. Polyxena had been on the Trojan side. Daughter of Priam. A Trojan... Princess.... She sat up sraighter when realization sunk in. Peleus hadn't given her a name, but the timing and all the clues were right there. Penthesilea couldn't explain why, but she suddenly felt very inadequate and guarded. "She's the one I was told about. The one that left and hurt you." She didn't give away who had told her but Penthesilea obviously knew more than Achilles had realized. She didn't hesitate when she asked, "Are you going to leave me and go back to her?" Penthesilea was brave and straightforward in most things in life, and this was no exception.