[She stares back at him sullenly, dark circles beneath her eyes and dammed up emotions beneath the surface, striving for something that will make him stop. Make them all stop. But no matter what she does, no matter how she protests, pushes, or pleads, they keep doing it.

Caring. In that way she might have craved once, were she a normal girl with a normal childhood.]

If you say "starvation" or "exhaustion" as if I am somehow not aware of my own limits I shall leave Achilles here and return to our home to work in peace.

[If the threat rings empty, its only because she doesn't want to leave. Doesn't want to abandon Achilles, not now. Abandon Patroclus' body. Abandon having food made available for her when she did deign to eat it.

Just... not with this sort of accompaniment.]