*comes along willingly enough (and relishes the warmth and strength in your hold, with an intensity that she doesn't quite understand), although your haste is a little bewildering until:*
this war is only just begun I am the weakest soldier
*threads her arms around you and looks up into your eyes, her smile warm and reassuring* *softly and carefully* You're remembering a time long past, darling brother. The war is over. We are safe here. *squeezes you* And you were never, ever weak. I wouldn't lie to you, you know that.
*thinks she could remain here with you, just like this (close and warm and loved and cherished), for the rest of her life*