You were Poseidon's mortal, human, wife. He loved you very much, though he didn't show it in public or in front of the other gods. He was in the hospital ward after round three of Ragnarok. He had let humanity win the third round, and so here he was, both arms, healing from his wounds.

"My love, I'm fine," Poseidon said as he laid on the bed in the hospital ward.