Andromache wasn't sure whether she would ever be entirely over the things she had endured after Hector's death, let alone his death itself. He had left their world a hero, brave and strong and one to be remembered for eternity. It didn't soften the blow of losing her husband, but they had both gone into that war knowing neither might not come out.
It took a moment for it to sink in. Andromache hadn't seen him longer than anyone else, but she could never forget him. For a moment she just stared at him. It wasn't entirely how she'd imagined it would go. She was simply in disbelief. Then she walked over to him without hesitation, taking him in as she went. Her hands touched his face and she allowed herself a moment to just look at him. Then she smiled, and a little laugh came out she hadn't expected. "Hector," she said again with what was obviously joy, and wrapped her arms around him in a warm embrace.