[They'll just have to keep working at it, helping everyone and making their lives better whenever they get the chance to. They'll both become God of Fortune and Happiness.

His love for her may have been lit with the sudden, intense flare of an inferno, but it continues to burn as steadily as any star. All he ever has to do is gaze upon her, hear her voice to know that his is a love that will never die, even should she. He'll love her for the next millennia of his lifetime and then some.

He does mean what he says, that if she asked him to give up drinking, he would. If she didn't want him seeing any of his female friends, then he'd stop. Because her happiness is paramount now. She's going to be his wife, and that's what husbands do. Right? Not really, but he's till learning these things.

Following after her, he gradually sinks down into the water and encourages her to do the same. That way he can scoop up handfuls of warm water and gently cascade it over her head, letting it soak through her hair and trickle onto her gently sloping shoulders.

Her request is one that doesn't come at a surprise, but instead earns a heartfelt smile in return as he leans in to kiss her once again.]

...alright. That I can guarantee, without doubt. Should I ever start to fade from your memory, I'll remind you with a kiss. And I'll never, ever sever our ties, either.

[That's his own vow to her. A promise to himself. To them both. With the caveat that he'd do anything to save her, same as before. Because living means there's always another chance. Look at this one they got, after all.]

I'd like you to promise me something, too - don't ever lose faith in me. Yours means more than you'll ever know...