[Nods a little, covering his hand with his own, keeping it there pressed against his chest, brushing his thumb over his knuckles gently]
[Quiet for a moment, just staying like that, and then sighs out a little]
I know I... can't really promise that I won't leave you, really. [Because he knows as well as you do that they're here on borrowed time. And they have no control over whether they come and go]
But in this land, or our land, I can promise you that... if I'm not with you, then I will find you again. [...] I'll always come back for you.