"Ere," she whispered, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. Without hesitating, she put her arms around him, nuzzling the crook where his neck and shoulder met. She held him too tightly, afraid he would be gone again, afraid she wouldn't remember, that she would go back to sleep. It was as it had been then, but different. They were clothed differently, their hair was different -- they were modern and they looked like the mortals who housed them, or their mortals looked like them. It had been so long, Nyx couldn't say. What she could say was that it all felt so real, even as she knew it couldn't be. At least, she felt sure of it.
"It feels like it's been... I don't know, Ere. Forever." She held him tighter, kissed his jaw. "Everything's changed. I don't remember -- there's so much I don't remember. Everything's gone."
She pulled back to look at him. "Our homes, Olympos, the children..." she shook her head, then looked back over that edge again.