You run to your father, tears running down your face. You have missed him very much.
He flinches when you approach. You stop, confused.
“Father! I have missed you very much.”
“Iphigenia my dear, I have missed you too.” He picks you up into a hug. “Now, return to your mother.” He backs away, almost as if he is afraid of you.
When you turn to find your mother, you see the great Achilles strolling through the camp. You wish to speak to him.