Woman
Eurydice found that where the gods were concerned, they were more likely to think of her as a girl than a woman. It made sense, given they were immortal and millennia older than her; she had the feeling that when Persephone was young, the rest of the world was old, and Hermes was even older than she was.
She didn't resent it. A hard life made her grow up fast, and even if she was a girl in age, Eurydice's life was built on survival, on practicality. She didn't blame Orpheus for not hearing her, and hoped he wouldn't blame her for leaving.
When Orpheus followed her to Hadestown to free her, the Lord of the Dead had scoffed. He advised the poet that riches made women stay, that it was better to keep them caged than set them free, and Eurydice wondered if, deep down, he was right. She had left him once; why would he trust her not to leave again?
But Orpheus simply reached out to the woman he loved, and Eurydice reached right back and embraced him. And in the same breath, Hades embraced Persephone, holding the woman he loved like nothing else mattered.