That made her laugh, a quiet sound in the back of her throat. "And I appreciate that," she tried to reassure him. "I just...I couldn't be Poseidon's wife. I didn't want that life for myself."
His care for her made her smile, and this now felt more like something she could see herself doing, and less a decree put upon her by her brother and King. "My fire is as much a part of me as anything," she began. "We are linked, and even if I went Below to be your wife, I don't... I don't think you would let it grow cold. Not if you could help it."