Well, this looks very much like a person who does not like it here in Elysium. Not everyone that qualifies necessarily likes it, here. Pretty though it is.

"... Are you being kept apart from someone? Is there, perhaps, a message we could deliver to them, maybe?"

"...ah, you seem to have an unseen companion, there, stranger. I do not know that I am being kept in any fashion, but we are apart, yes."

"Over here. On his shoulder." She makes a glowing golden iris in one of the eye sockets. It just seems polite, even if she doesn't want to be social and have a body. "Where either of us will end up is rather up in the air, but we're certainly not staying in Elysium. So. Can I take a message? Written if you'd like something private, spoken if you'd like for them to hear your voice? ... I can perfectly repeat sounds I hear. So it'd be your voice, just through an intermediary."

He laughs. "If you ever run into Achilles, then, tell him Patroclus asks why."

"...if we ever run into Achilles we will be sure to tell him that," says Zagreus before Yvette has a chance to reply.

"We will," she agrees. "Thank you for the help, and sorry to bother you."

Zagreus tips his head and accepts the mug the shade has offered, sipping thoughtfully from its contents as he walks through a randomly-picked one of the doors.

"I'm not actually able to resist saying, 'See??' but rest assured it's not actually directed at you," she says to Zagreus, once they're out of earshot.

"Whom is it directed at, then, and what are they meant to be seeing, here?"

"Hades, probably, or whoever's responsible for the current state of things here. And they are meant to be seeing that mortals are in fact sad about being cut off from their loved ones, even if you put them in the nice VIP realm."

"Achilles would have probably been here if he were not in my father's employ, but that in itself is strange."

".... Would Patroclus, though?"

"...I don't know. I had never heard of him before, Achilles never mentioned him."

"Yeah, that's roughly what I was thinking, too. I've heard of Achilles, but I have no idea who Patroclus is. And if his question is 'why'... It is probably not any of my business but look I'm a compulsive problem solver, I can't help it."

"You're thinking... Achilles got Patroclus to end up here in exchange for working for my father?"

"It seems the obvious sort of thing for someone to do for their loved one, that nonetheless separates them and makes them both miserable even though it was with the best intentions in mind! It might not be that. ... If I'm right I am allowed one smug laugh, though. As payment for my brilliance."

"They would have been separated nonetheless, if Achilles had gone to Elysium and Patroclus had stayed in Asphodel or Tartarus, though." Pause. "Which just adds to your point."

"Mmhmmmm," she says. Smugly. "But I might be wrong."

"You don't think you are."

"I really don't!! Aesthetically speaking it's got 'Greek tragedy' written all over it! But I acknowledge the possibility and do not want to bias you. With how I'm totally right."

He laughs and keeps walking.

She gives a little happy hum, then goes back to fiddling with how to directly blast things with the combined might of stars and not-lava.

They walk; they fight; they loot; they chat. The Fields of Elysium are pretty everywhere, and not all shades living there have agreed to try to stop the Prince. Most of them seem to have, though, or maybe Hades is steering Zagreus towards the more warlike ones. The godling isn't perfect, but he's good, and he manages to go through numerous foes while suffering relatively few blows of his own, many of which are quickly healed by the drink Patroclus gave him, for as long as its effect lasts.

Eventually they reach one final garden just before the Elysium Coliseum, which can be seen just after the foliage.

And there, waiting for him, is a skeletal figure robed in grey and gold, holding an oar which it presumably uses to row its boat, which can be seen on the Lethe over yonder, tied to a wooden pole sunk into the ground. The figure is standing watch near wooden shelves filled with trinkets, snacks, and other strange pieces, no repeats, no two items alike. It stares at Zagreus without blinking, and waits.

Yvette is in the habit of letting Zagreus be the first to address people, and then deciding whether or not to chime in after. She keeps up this habit, though she's terribly curious. Is that the boatman, Charon?