[She pulls back finally, not out of his arms, but enough to look at him. There's a flicker of a smile on her lips, but so much more in her eyes—concern, kinship, affection.]
So am I. [She's glad he's there and for the first time maybe she realizes she's glad to be there too. Maybe that should have been obvious from the start, but it wasn't. She never wanted to die, but then she'd never had a lot of luck with living either.]