It could have been a matter of seconds. Seconds that ticked by long enough to make her wonder if Hades spoke falsely to her with a lie rather than made good on his word. Enough time to wonder if just maybe, that hope would be lost entirely and 'more time' would not ever come. It reminded her of the watch, how it stopped ticking the moment the sky turned red with the fires of his plane.

And for one very bleak second, she started to lower her head.

Until the harsh movement abruptly broke the silence and the desperate gasp for air to unused lungs. She could only believe Hades had done right in the making of this form. Steve looked as he always had, but he moved as if someone in sudden and very horrible pain. Brow creasing in worry and concern, she rose from the chair beside the bed to sit near him on the bed, dark eyes full of the anxious feelings tangling in her chest.

"Steve?" She spoke the name softly, a name she'd really not spoken in far too long that pulled at every emotion deep inside. Breathing in quickly as his hand met her arm, she shifted, nimble but strong fingers curling about his bicep gently as she leaned over him. How many years since she'd heard that voice say her name? The intensity of that moment welled up and stung at her eyes as she bent gracefully nearer to him, her other hand reaching out to delicately sweep the strands of hair from his face and brush the line of his brow.

A million things that should have been said flit through her mind as well as so many questions she wanted to ask him... But a sudden fear of the moment shattering or breaking hung in her mind as real as the fear of him not approving of the lengths she would go for just a bit more time with him. However much he would give her.

"Does... it hurt?" That most paramount question came first as her fingertips brushed along the shell of his ear. "You look like you are in pain."