[ Tense as she is in his arms, it does seem to help with bringing her back to Earth. Or wherever it is they happen to be right now. With a long, slow breath out, she nods and leans into him a little.

Memory is the key. As long as they have each other, as long as they remember each other, that's a good enough start. ]

Whatever happens here... we'll be together, right? It won't– this time won't–

[ She doesn't want to voice it, as if putting words to the idea will somehow make it true. So instead she swallows her fretting down and goes with something else. ]

Whatever happens, we're getting through it together.