"He is so strong it is easy for him to pull the bucket up," the young woman says to Skellig. The tips of Xenophon's ears turn slightly red at her words.

He heaves the bucket up, carefully, onto the lip of the well. "Thank you, Xenophon," she tells him.

"You're welcome, Kirke," he says, slightly flustered. She picks up the bucket, smiles at Xenophon in a flirtatious way he doesn't a hundred percent grasp, then carries the bucket back to her house.

Xenophon approaches Skellig, eager for news.