She hums amused disagreement with that sentiment as she arranges herself beside him, then lets him pull her nearer and does it again, reaching down to draw the blanket up to her chest. In the flare of the firelight she smiles, soft and wry, and sets a hand on his side.

She blows out a breath. "I need to convince someone that even if the worst should happen, they shouldn't give up. Not to let grief ruin the rest of their life."