He sat next to her, feeling every bit of his 900-odd years as she told him she had given up on having children. Because of him.
But how could she know? He hadn't known until now, picturing her - their - children.
The light caught her hair, and he saw sadness in her eyes, and oh, he wanted to kiss her. One breath closer, and he would have covered her lips with his, started making promises to her about family and forever. But no.
He stopped himself, set the swing in motion. Hoped she would always come back to him.