Eirene was too weak to push Themistocles away and for the most part, she didn’t even want to. All she wanted in that moment was to die. Guilt, despair and loathe filled her, leaving room for nothing else.  The sailors’ eyes brought her momentarily back to reality.<br/><br/>“No, they are alive. They have to be.”  she said determined to believe her own words. If she was in denial, so be it, but Eirene had yet to see Daphne’s corpse.<br/><br/>His strong muscles kept her against the cold sand and then another wave washed over them from behind. Eirene’s body trembled violently.<br/><br/>“So c-cold...we n-need to built a fire.” Instinctively she reached to embrace him, knowing that his body was the closest source of warmth available. By then a violent turmoil stirred within her. Eirene believed Daphne and Orion to be dead, but part of her thoughts constantly reminded her that she and Themistocles survived. What if the same happened to her beloved and her husband? What if the gods hadn't been so cruel as to let her live and take Daphne away forever after she already believed her gone once. She needed to remain alive until she'd know for sure their fate. She was the strong one and if Daphne was alive, Eirene would be there for her. With or without Orion. Her heart cringed. The greek mistress didn't want him dead either.<br/><br/>For now Themistocles was the lifeline she clinged to. Looking deep into his eyes, seeing the savior more than the man, she spoke through trembling lips.<br/><br/>"We n-need to s-stay alive."