Chloe wasted no time in taking Anne - no, Kore - back into her arms to hold her close once more. She nuzzled into those soft curls, letting the feel and scent of them wash away the lingering sadness and confusion. How could anything be wrong when she had her daughter once again.
She did not like when Kore - never Persephone, for she refused to use any name but the one she'd gifted the girl with herself - spoke of her times away. When she spoke of him. Their time together was short enough without having to be reminded of why. At first, she simply tried to bare it; with sad smiles and swallowed tears until the blonde goddess could take it no longer and simply forbid her child from speaking of any of it while in her presence. Nothing but roses and poppies, butterflies and bees, fawns and cubs. Life and happiness. Death and coldness had no place in her fields.
The smaller woman sniffled once and clung harder; afraid to blink should the moment pass. "My treasure," she whispered, pressing a kiss to Kore's cheek. "How could I have ever forgotten you?"