"Always the wisest," there was a reason Athena reined over her heroes and knew how to push them in the right direction. This was no bloodied battlefield, but it was still a battlefield. It was true, he needed his comrades, and without a prospect or destination for him to follow, no one to look after, it had cut him off. "They are not," he sighed and took in her words, hoping they would soak through and quench what thirst he had for something new.
He held out his hand for her again, this time not to bow in her presence. "A dance, perhaps?" She could refuse him, but he knew Athena, she had a hard time not helping her most favored heroes.