"By your side, where I want to be. Where I belong."

By this point, the differences between the body he remembers (he thinks he remembers?) and the one right here don't matter at all, and the embrace feels as right and long overdue as it is. Hythlodaeus breathes out softly, and lets his cheek rest against Hades's hair.

And then. Just because.

"But when have you ever known me to limit myself to only fulfilling my duty, hmm? 'tis not, but I would rather make myself useful."

He can't bear to watch Hades suffer without trying to help, any more than Hades would be able to, were their situations reversed.