[ To be sure, he is a little worried, for Olivia appears to him shy, a little nervous, a little subdued. Those are not qualities that he would have thought Achilles would choose, but he holds back judgment understanding that she has never met Achilles' family before. Perhaps she merely wants to make a good impression! And by the end of Achilles' retelling, his doubts are alleviated. Surely she must be very brave and influential to have swayed Achilles' heart and bent his ear. Even Patroclus had his troubles doing so when Achilles was in a mood.

He sets before them some wine, which he mixes with very little water, fixing it for them as he would hosting a person most important. And then he takes his own seat somewhere beside Achilles, making himself comfortable in the warm tent wearing his chiton loose, pose softly reclined. This is home. And as far as he is concerned, Olivia is family. ]

It is well you should have been present to allay Achilles' thoughts when those most impassioned turn to flames. To have availed yourself to care for Achilles and his household alike, I oblige myself to you, fair-haired Olivia.

Do you find it pleasing, thereupon, to be as lady of this house?

[ It is not really a house, it is just a tent, but eventually it will be a house. They have a lease on life to grow old, and Patroclus just wishes to ensure they have the means to do so properly. How disgraceful would it be for him not to aid in this matter? ]