For thousands of years, Rhea led a rather dull and monotone existence - like mountains for example. Calling it 'living' would not only have been inappropriate, it would have been an outright lie. Now, however, a wave of emotion washed over her. Regret, guilt, remorse, doubt - everything she had locked away ages ago - and relief.
Although Cronus' words sounded reproachful, breathing suddenly became easier.
"If that's what you want, then you should take it." She set the cup down and released it, flattening her hand on the table, her fingertips a hair away from brushing against his hand, adding in a softer voice, "In spite of everything that's happened in the past, I still am your consort, your wife. The one who's always... loved you most. And there isn't anything you and I cannot accomplish together."