After that day Artemis made it a habit to pull the moon to the center of the sky and then whisk down to the island of Chios to see Orion.
Artemis had always considered herself a strong and independent woman who could take care of herself and needed no man, but Orion was an exception. She absolutely loved feeling weak and vulnerable around him, she loved it when he took care of her when she got hurt on their hunting trips, she loved when he cooked for her and fed her, and she absolutely loved when he hoisted her up in her arms like she weighed nothing. This man was like everything she never knew she needed.