Osiris leaned forward and kissed her, closing his eyes. He had dreamed of holding her, of having her by his side again for so long that this moment felt unreal.
His mind flashed back to when Isis had pulled him out of his coffin, his limbs still stiff from death and his eyes fogged and nearly blind. She'd kissed him, and it had convinced him he was alive again more than any spell could. Osiris smiled and leaned his forehead against hers.