"He is but child," Ilithyia says, reaching out to touch Spartacus, fingertips grazing his arm briefly. Every passing moment spent in company of this man confuses her further and her desire to return to Capua, though useless, given what she knows of her life there, does not diminish. If nothing else, she understood her place in such a world. Here it is difficult for her to find footing. "Let him be a child."