There is little of what she feels that Ilithyia understands and she watches Spartacus with curious gaze. He smiles down at her son -- their son, she thinks, and why should it be so hard now after she has used it as weapon for so long? Yet it is difficult all the same and despite difficulty, she finds herself smiling faintly as well.

"He is generally well mannered and happy," she says, not knowing if such words will please him to hear. Not knowing if she truly cares.