[ It's not her he should be protecting, but the world. Abandon such thoughts, she wishes to caution him. The future is far more important.... But that's not what he's saying here, either. He already knows the world is important. He's offering this because she's scared here.

That he offers it means more than she could ever try to convey in words. 'It's the thought that counts', essentially, because his words weigh so much-- not as a burden that cripples her, but as a treasure she wishes to protect.

It's because of this thought that she's able to smile a little more warmly again at him. ] Before coming here. The world was protected. I was encased and... sunk below the Cloud-Sea.

Here, I... [ She shakes her head, uncertain. On the one hand, she is awake. She likes to believe she has done some good here, contributing to a common cause of saving this world-- something she wouldn't be able to do in her own. On the other, she shouldn't be awake (even if she knows in the future she will not be anyway). ]

I feel safe with you. [ Without being entombed and sealed and tossed away? She would have once thought that impossible. A part of her is reluctant still, worried that this feeling of security is false. Perhaps it is. But it's nice to have, all the same. ]