Hades loved Persephone when she was at her Iron strength, and when she was full of Spring's promise and warmth. He hadn't seen this softer Persephone in some time, but it was as easy for him to fall back into rhythm with her as it was to breathe. They had known centuries together, after all.
He had spent the morning cutting the most perfect sapphire, which he intended to hand over to Hephaestus to make into something gorgeous for Persephone to wear. Finished with his work now, he made his way to the garden to find her.
The moment he laid eyes on her, he was smiling. He stepped out into the garden, taking in the smell of earth and flowers. "I see you have a friend," he said, not moving forward because he didn't want to scare the bird."