[Despite his best efforts, it still does feel that way, and she can't help it if her hand clutches the back of his shirt just a bit too tightly. For one paranoid moment, she wonders if his offering will count for both of them, and if she'll have to relive her own death—but then she stamps that fear down, keeping her arm looped around him. Staying is more important than the possibility of that.]
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I'll be right here.