"Yeah," she whispers, and she sounds so young and small it even startles her. This isn't who she is, not anymore, but it's so hard to remember that in the middle of all this, when it feels so real no matter what she tells herself.

She takes his hand and steps forward, standing so close the front of her shoulder touches the back of his, and let's out a slow breath. They're okay, even if the silence is making her skin crawl and she's almost certain something's watching them. They're okay.