"I'd like to think that I'd remember you." Caradoc admitted softly. It would be a shame to die without ever remembering this, or her, or any of what they had been through. After all, the reason people didn't remember the village was because it would muck up the time line. But he had been caught, bound, and on death's door when he'd been brought here. What would it hurt to give him one little spot of happiness before it was all over? Squeezing her hand when her voice cracked, his other moved to gently thread through her hair as she bent over to press a kiss to his other hand.
Her next comment drew a wheezed chuckle from him, humming softly in agreement since nodding was out of the question at the moment. His head hurt far too much. "I'm sorry, Tunes. I really am." he murmured after a moments pause, piecing it together in between the thumping in his head. "I would say it wasn't my fault, but I suppose I could have done more. It's okay though now, yeah? I'm ... here. Properly here. Not just ... here in my head." Talk about luck. Of course, if he had really good luck he never would have ended up there in the first place.