"You must be careful, my love," Apollo pleaded. "Why must you be so hardheaded? It is already bad enough that I cannot watch over you all the time. What if something happens to you whilst I am not present?"

You're not as resilient as you used to be. Ailing and aging, you’re no immortal. At first, you were a villager he'd taken interest on—a fling. Now, you’re the only one he's married, someone he doesn't think he'll be able to live without. It's the consequence of loving a mortal that the God of the Rising Sun had come to dread as your age passed the 60s, a price for giving his entire soul to you, controlling him with a mere flick of your hand.

It's almost daunting to see your once young visage change over the years he's been by your side. A painful reminder of your difference in species. While Apollo retained his handsome features of blonde curls, stunning baby blues and his tanned, toned body, you'd shrunk in size and the wrinkles on your face were becoming ever so more prominent. You'd insisted on strolling the gardens of Apollo's temple while he had gone to attend his father, Zeus's, meeting regarding the pantheon. It was the first in a long time since he's left your side, and being away from you made him incredibly anxious. In his leave, your husband ordered for his nymphs and servants to tend to your every wishes, ensuring that your wellbeing was to be reported.

All of that, only to end up hurt in the process when you encountered a wild boar bigger than average.

The moment he's heard the news, Apollo went into a flurry of panic, disregarding his father and the rest to hurry back home. It'd become a habit ever since you denied his begging to have Zeus turn you into a deity. He's still trying, but you're as stubborn as a mule. He won’t have a choice but to go against your wishes if something like this happens again.

Apollo was well aware on how his spouse was more exposed to danger than he, a god, was. He'd become so livid with your caretakers for their carelessness that they were vaporized on the spot.