Orpheus kept Eurydice's hand tightly woven in his, still not able to even think of food. He was just happy to see her breathing though he'd hardly shown any emotion besides hurt. He beat himself up over her still, he probably would for some time.
"It's very strange." He shook his head, "I really don't know how to feel. It's almost as if my heart will burst." Orpheus was remembering little by little with this new picture book his mind was making of Eurydice.