His wife, his ever-loyal wife, didn't even have to speak for Odysseus to understand how much his presence meant to her.
He could feel it through her embrace and her slim fingers. He couldn't even voice his own need for her as a home, as one of the very few things in this world that he would care so deeply for. There never was a day passed that he did not thank the gods to know that she was still living - something to actually live for now that he was immortal like the gods.