Another speculative look, her eyes bright behind the mask. Athena had seen Achilles lost to his own rage, lost to battle-lust, lost to grief. Now, he just looked lost. That would not do at all. "Maybe you should find out," she said with an eloquent tilt of the head. "Not tonight, but before too much longer. A soldier's strength is in his comrades. And lions were not made to hunt alone."