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[ She's hesitant to let him shift her focus back on him, but she does anyway, her lashes fluttering and her expression full of wariness and question. Is he just going to be a jackass? No, she realizes -
Her lips part and her brow smooths; her gaze softens quickly. She doesn't want to believe that, what he's telling her: that she's stuck here. They're stuck here. (Everyone back home - her teeth clench with worry or her jaw sets with resolve, her lips close.) And something in her eyes flickers, because he doesn't have to promise her anything; she's never asked for it.
They've been over this before. She has, and now he is, and - the pressure of his touch reminds her of too much. She believes him, despite all of her conviction (what else can she do?), and so she exhales and lifts her hand to fold it heavily over his, to weigh it down from her face. Lingers. The last time she reached for his hand - (no, don't go there.)
She presses her lips together, tries to smile. Fails as her eyes drop, and her exhale shakes somewhat.
He should know; she's always okay. They've already said it; they always survive. It's a long moment before she speaks. ] There has to be some sort of chance to get back home.