His own arms went around her automatically as she kissed him and he responded with just as much enthusiasm. It had been more than four hundred years, after all.
This was real. She wasn't a hullucination or a dream, but a real flesh and blood person. She looked wonderful, so young and full of life that it almost hurt to look at her. Her last days she'd been so frail, a shadow of the vision before him now.
He'd lived beyond her for four centuries, was he still the same man she'd known?