[ Leans wholly into him, enjoying his warmth and closeness and solidity. Not really wanting to think about the way he was actively in the process of drowning when she first found him. She finds that now it hurts to picture. ]

… I picked you because I wanted to, Aqua. Don’t sell yourself so short. Or are you criticizing my tastes? [ smiles lightly, reaching up to brush his hair out of his face with one of her hands. ]

… I don’t, either. I don’t know… that is, anyone we lose now will hurt. There’s not that many of us left.

Still, don’t forget the promise I made you. Neither of us will die here, isn’t that right?