Yes. [Now she smiles a little easier again, glad for his promise.] I was so happy, so grateful for every moment we were together.
I always will be.
[Too bad that smiling might be a little ruined by how much she is crying from what he says (truly as he says, of sadness and happiness at once), almost so much that for a moment he's a blur and she has to wipe at her tears-- because not being able to see him while she can is not acceptable. She takes a moment to compose herself before breathing out again, then reiterating her point:] I... I'm glad, Arthur. That's all I wish, in the end. For the rest of my life, it will be the same for me.