Wrath's gaze roams over her when she speaks those words: I'm all right. He needs another look before he is entirely assured of the truth she gives. She slumps against him, and his grip tightens against her back. He stares down at her with his jaw locking, and his body preparing again for war.

They are hardly finished here.

They both know it.

But he takes this moment regardless to reassure himself that she is alive, she is okay, she is here. She hasn't disintegrated within his hands moments after he's said I love you like what happened in the garden. He swallows through old raspy emotion and then nods in answer to her words.

"We will." His voice fills with certainty. His hand finds her own, grabbing hold tightly. "He will not fall." They are both aware of why it is so important that he doesn't.