It was strange, like his eyes had been opened for the first time. Everything was beautiful in the most fulfilling way. He was content with just being in her presence for now. He took the bottle she offered with a curt nod. Saying thank you over and over again seemed redundant.
He drank very little, his thin fingers picking across the label, running against the fluted neck. He turned his gaze from her down to the floor. "Have you heard from him? Your father?" He hoped in some way in fact that the sea king had moved on from his torment of them both. It seemed maybe with Theseus in town that maybe he'd found a new focus.