Of course...she just had to be right in her assumption. Sophia let out a soft sigh, the breath teasing his cheek. "It is a painting of me..." she finally admitted, after a long moment of silence. "I shouldn't be telling you this...but I am the one in that painting... I am...the embodiment of wisdom, of battle and Athens... I am...Athena..." Please don't let this ruin our friendship, she prayed, sending her thoughts up to her father, Zeus.