"Eros' personal servant," Achelous replied. "She began as his wet nurse, then turned into his nanny, then when he was old enough, his lover, then our lover. It's a long story, and it doesn't matter now; she passed away a few years ago." Achelous turned to Hilda and looked her up and down, as if remembering something. "I swear, if you were histaran, you'd be her spitting image."