Sheila's arms swung leisurely, her head tilted to the side as she looked to Sarah. "She did and she was his foster-mom. Pretty much raised him. The myths are full of this stuff though. Soap operas for the times, you know?"
She gave a little shrug at that, eyes landing on a plant shop down the street. With a grin, she pointed it out, speed picking up. "Depends on the myth. Some people say she fell in love with him or chose to stay with him willingly afterwards-" She gave a look, unsure if Sarah knew that much. "By eating the pomegranate seeds? My guess is that it was Stockholm Syndrome. After a couple thousand years, you have to be really strong to hold up against that for that long."