[ His hand finds hers upon his cheek, and she uses that moment to rise upon her toes to kiss him softly, briefly upon his lips, but not so brief that he won't feel the curl of her lips into a small smile just before she pulls away from him. ]

Of course I will. [ In her belief that she would hurt him, and that she was undeserving compared to those of his world, exacerbated by recent events and the ever-present thought that he will perish, she had thought he would be happier without her. She had been wrong. ] ....You're worth fighting for. What we have is worth fighting for. [ Not at the cost of his happiness, says the doubt remaining in her mind, yet, the doubt isn't as terrible as it was before. She had made him upset, just now. Still, he stays. That's probably the most baffling thing about all of this: he's remained and continued to say "I love you".

So, she has to do better for him. ] And if I'm allowed to want things... [ Allowed, as if she still seeks that permission, as if she doesn't exactly know what to do with it, now that it is hers. It's a little overwhelming, her own freedoms in all of this, too.

Her hand lifts from his cheek to take his that had covered hers, and she leads their grasp between their bodies, bringing her other hand to cup over it, securing their touch together. ] ...Then I want to fight for you, too. For us, together.