For Helen, it was a luxury to be able to love him knowing it was her choice and not because someone else was playing them. She could imagine what it would have been like in the past had he won her hand instead. But she was happy it hadn't turned out that way because then it would have been Patroclus who had been hurt instead. She liked life how it was, right now. With no interruptions from the gods.
After breakfast she sat back on the pillows and sipped her coffee, watching him as he finished. "Whenever you're ready," she said cheerfully.