[There is love, always, affection, worry. He leans back, rolling off of Hades to sweep his arms up under him, under his legs and back, magic and dream strength and his more proper being a bit taller helping him scoop him up like a princess. Sitting coss-legged he drapes Hades across his lap in that same pose, and pulls him against his chest, stroking his back, both physically and aetherically, soothing his soul.]



[He pulls the bond closer, not merging but wrapping Hades in himself, warm, gentle.]