[ his breath comes out in a soft puff of air as she says that, and he pulls her in slightly closer as they walk. He'd prefer that as well, for as long as she'd give him, for as long as he could wait. ]
Then we'll have to hurry.
[ not because they do, but because time was short. Who knew how many days or months they had left, but for every moment that they slept, he counted the time, measured it against the weight of years. Soon she would begin her long sleep and then she would be gone. ]