[ It's his touch of his hand over hers, securing the seal of her palm to his cheek, that gives her the confidence that he will get through this, whether that be staggering or sprinting into the next battle. ]

You won't be alone.

[ She might not be of his world, his family, or Luna, but she is here. She, and-- a number of others here, for him.

Then, she tugs at the blanket over them, offering a small smile. ] You can stay here, if you like. We can... talk about anything. Your father. Luna. Or not. Whatever you wish.