[Despite the dimness of the cavern he can see plainly how haggard of countenance Sigma is, and he comes closer to crouch beside him, where gently he sets aside the squidge in his care. Leukos stares at the supine man with mild curiosity but soon turns its gaze up to Achilles, as if to see what its caretaker will do, and there it remains babbling indiscriminately at his side.

Incidentally, so too does Achilles.]

Sigma, what is this that you are saying? Are you so parched of tongue that your mind has become addled thus? I shall fetch you water if this is indeed the case, but tell me - what ails you so?

[Sigma may begin to think that he is indeed falling into delirium if he happens to catch a good look at Achilles: the warrior's hair now features an array of braids into which are woven wildflowers, a practice Olivia had insisted upon each day when they stopped to rest upon the plains, for which he looks all the more ostentatious.]