He tips his head back at the soft press of her lips to his wet curls, and gently catches her mouth in a kiss before she leans back. "Dear one," he murmurs. "You've put up with a great deal to be with me, I'm afraid."

The knowledge of his past wife, of his son, of the curse. She's weathered them all, smiling still, and he has no words for the gratitude he feels for it, for her.