[ His soft confession makes her melt and she's quick to return a show of her own affection, pressing up slightly to kiss his nose before pressing the lightest of kisses to the corner of his mouth that had lifted.

There has always been comfort and safety there with him even in their lowest moments. Eight hundred years had only served to cement that feeling. And it's for that reason why she's reluctant to be the cause of discomfort, or potentially, ruining what they have. ]

But that's the thing – whatever I want isn't nearly as important as the both of you because you're both here with me now. And if that version of me didn't need it then I should be fine with it too.

[ That may be one of the few things she'd want to keep from their "time" as gods. A little furrow appears between her brows this time, voice quieting. ]

Besides, I don't know how much time we'll have here. And the thought of not being able to be with either of you...