In the throes of battle, Odysseus's mind was a tapestry woven with thoughts not of conquest, but of the imminent return to your side.

Not for the allure of a throne regained nor the reprieve from the ship's relentless sway; it is the image of you, patiently awaiting his homecoming, that propels him forward.

He feels a surge of regret for leaving you in the shadows as he watches you, uncertain of his fate and the duration of the chasm between you. The yearning he felt overseas still resonates within him, making everything he's done on his journey fade away.

In the instant his gaze finds you, all transgressions dissipate, and the only consequence that matters is the reunion with the one who patiently awaited his return.

"Is the water cold?" he inquires, his eyes tender as he beholds your presence by the waterside.