Penthesilea had been blind to the fact that it had been Polyxena until this moment. She had absolutely no intentions of being dragged into the steadily increasing drama that was their pantheon. Now that seemed impossible with the return of both Polyxena and Neoptolemus. They were connected to Achilles and she couldn't ignore that.
Penthesilea nodded, feeling rather ashamed she had been selfish to think of herself here. She didn't realize she could feel such a sting of worry over a man. This was entirely different than the worry she had felt before. "What can I do to help? In regards to both?" She would help where she could, or stay out of it entirely if that's what he wanted.