[ Raising his hand to rest over hers, he smiles through the tears and shakes his head. ]

It's not your fault. It's not.

[ It's mine, he wants to say, but he knows that will only make Eurydice feel worse, so instead he leans in and kisses her. It's wet with tears and interrupted with little hiccuping sobs, but he doesn't care. She's here, with him, and not stuck in the cruel and suffocating underground. ]

We're here. And we're together. And no storms or gods or wizards are going to take us away from each other again.