Her own grip tightened on his arm. She had to prove who she was, somehow. "I've hardly changed at all, can't you see? How can you not see? Please," she begged, as though that single word could fix this.
When his arm slipped away from her grasp she moved closer again, this time placing her hands on either side of his face. "Orpheus, look at me. Take a good look. Only one other person would know that song so well. You have to know it's me."