From the moment he turned, Amphitrite stopped breathing. It was him. Poseidon.
She was rooted to the floor of the deck, listening to him speak - and the sound of his voice brought back so many memories... A thousand little touches, moments of passion, shared jokes, and arguments, living and laughing and watching their children grow, staying up all night just - together. Every memory rushed through her like the crashing of a tide, and Amphitrite scarcely waited for him to finish speaking before she'd launched herself into his arms.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and breathed him in, eyes closed tightly. She wasn't mad at him for leaving - or for not seeking her out. That might come later. Right now, her heart was too full of sweetly aching gladness to feel anything else.
Home. Home was with him, in his arms, and everything else could fade away.