She strapped on golden armor, struggling with her emotions. She's upset and confused because Proserpine's happy here. But she's happy that her daughter was happy. And that was confusing her, making her even more upset.
She looked over. Proserpine was fussing with Pluto's iron armor. She ignored his protest and expertly adjusted his armor. Ceres picked up her scythe and studied her reflection. She had seen in her daughters eyes that she wanted to come home, but she would prefer to be here.
Her daughter could fend for herself; Ceres had seen that. Also, the only thing wrong with this place was no plants, no sunlight, and of course, the Arias.
She remembered when Proserpine had been a simple baby. She was so tiny, so fragile. Ceres promised she would never let anything bad happen to her. But she let down her guard, and her daughter was kidnapped.
Now her daughter was in love with the kidnapper. Ceres could easily see her in a wedding dress, smiling at Pluto. Ceres smiled. If Pluto made her happy, so be it.