Green grass breaks through snow, Artemis pleads for my help

Dionysus isn’t sure if Claudius is asking if he’ll leave him physically right now, or if he means in more of a metaphorical sense, but the answer is the same for both.

“Of course I won’t leave you,” he responds softly, holding him close, his own weight adding to that of the blanket. “I’m here as long as you want me. I’m stubborn like that.”