Persephone watched him, observed the emotions in his eyes, and noticed the wetness, how they seemed glassy at her account's conclusion. She said nothing of the matter, for the moment, however, sipping her coffee and allowing him a moment to recollect himself.
"I know," she said. Two words sufficed. She knew he did. But leaving it at two words allowed wiggle room, despite whatever tones her words might have carried with them. "It's a difficult thing. He wanted to save her, offered to save her, but Ariadne would not hear of it. She came to terms with her mortality, even though he did not want to let her go. I cannot blame him. It was very difficult on the wine-god."