So... all the time? She has literal lifetimes of catching up to do, so it’s good he’s happy to let her take care of him. And she’s happy to return the favour.

“All I ever want is for your happiness,” she tells him, the simple honesty hanging like a vow between them. “So, Orpheus Tragoudistís, be it known to you that Eurydice Floros of Kallithea Elassonos accepts your offer of marriage.”

She offers him another bite of curry.

“I will feed you. I will clothe you. I will care for you, body, mind, and soul, and I will love you.”

And she will raise their children. She hopes. Eventually.