“Something like that,” she agrees.

A hard lesson, she thinks. Not that experiencing it from the other side was much better; she didn’t leave, but he didn’t die. She’d waited and waited. And now she thanks the goddess of spring in her morning prayers every day for the chance to live again.

As his lips meet her throat, she offers it to him fully, amid low laughter that echoes his.

“I’m sure I’ll find other ways to satisfy you, my love.”