Eurydice examines the inky fingers placed in her own with wonder as she helps her up with far more strength than her appearance suggests. Hyacinth (so named for her hair) must be a scribe or scholar - a very learned person, if an oddly dressed one. Her eyes also move to the leather coat, so starkly opposite to her soft chiton.

Mild confusion darkens her expression somewhat when a language she doesn't know falls from Hyacinth's lips, and she shakes her head in response to a question she's only assuming was asked.

"I do not understand your words," she says slowly and regretfully, gesturing to Hyacinth's mouth and then to her own ear. "The gods of Olympus only gave me the tongue of the Greeks, for it is where I live." Oh, except no. She corrects herself. "Lived."