You had always suffered from a very serious illness - one that was slowly consuming you.

You were laying on your wooden bed, waiting for your husband to return. In that exact moment, it was as if the Gods had heard you, and Kratos abruptly opened the door of your house, placing his axe down and quickly walking to your bed.

He crouched down next to you, letting out an heavy sigh before placing his hand on top of yours.

Despite his cold hands, you could swear he somehow transmitted you warmth.