Diomedes could only nod before his son dashed off to interact with his aunt. The sight caused a deep ache in his chest, but it was not like the ache of losing her. No, it was an ache of a man who had realized just how deeply he had needed her in his life. His sister his blood, was the most important thing to him. Family had always been his cornerstone, but Thalia was his solid ground. He couldn't have survived long in this world without her. And that wasn't just him being fanciful. He knew it would be a matter of fact in his life. There would be no point for him to go on if Thalia was never found. A piece of his heart had been returned to his chest, and he was relishing in its homecoming.

The rest of the day had been a blur of reunions, Sophia playing the patient hostess for the group, making sure food and wine were abundant throughout the day. She may not have been close to her sister in law, but that didn't mean that she wasn't pleased to see her husband so happy. It had been far too long since she had heard her husband's laugh, mixed in with that of her children's. It was a joy to hear, so she didn't mind the few awkward moments that seemed to happen between the two women.

Diomedes didn't mind the long ride, nor did he care that his sister chose to be on a horse versus a carriage. She had spent far too long on a ship not to want the fresh, open air. The ride was a good one, filled with more laughter and happiness. This was exactly what he had missed when she was gone. And he felt like his mission was complete when he was able to lead her into the courtyard of their childhood home and deliver her back into the arms of her family. He knew there was still much to discuss, and he would have to speak with his father. But watching his brothers envelop her into their protective embrace made his heart swell.

Another good ache.

He joined in with their teasing but gave her the space she needed to be reunited with their parents. The feast was a joyous affair, one filled with laughter. He noted the way his father kept looking at him for answers. There would be a conversation, later that night, in which he would tell what he knew. But, for now, he let it be. There was no reason not to let the happiness of her return continue through the morning. There would be time enough then for explanations. And then, they would be able to seek out answers, to find out if they would have retribution or not.

The morning would be soon enough.