She raised an eyebrow to that, but kept her smile and with some fussing got him to sit down. She was glad he hadn't bowed. It'd been awkward to explain. She settled down beside him, "About a hundred years, give or take." She motioned around the city. "The great grandson of your Ptolemy reigns now as Pharaoh. The name is now a title. I can show you where yours is buried if you want to give your greetings." She shrugged and watched him. These things were never easy. Heroes were different. They expected immortality. But he hadn't been like her brother or Achilles.

"Here, wait." And sure he would she rose and wandered into the marketplace. After a little while she returned with some clothes and something to eat. She handed him both and sat down. "You look too different. You've died Alexander. You have to learn to fit into a world where your name is no more then a legend. Telling people who you are will probably get you locked away. I'm sorry for that."