He pauses, holds back before he touches her, knowing his hands to be as cold as the winter that now falls to shroud the mortal world above in her absence.

Persephone doesn't hesitate, bold and bright as only shows more strongly in his realm of shadows and creeping shades. "Welcome me home, husband." she orders with a playful lilt, and clasps Hades' hands in her own to wrap his arms around her; she leans up against him, her soft body pressing close as he ardently embraces her.