Her hands came to his hair, her fingers stroking there softly as she held him close before thay ran to his back, a comfort for both of them. Brushing back her tears as she felt him pull away, she melted a little into his touch along her hair.
"Maybe. Or maybe we can't and you're here so we can have that second chance anyway."
And to think she kept saying she wanted what she did for a wedding, she wanted to be the one to marry him. How selfish that sounded now. He had married her as she lay dying. He tied himself to her even though he knew they wouldn't get that life together.
"I promise. I promise I will."
She ran her hand along his cheek before pulling his lips to hers, her kiss almost desperate. She was seconds away from being taken from him and he had already lost her. She would not let him lose her, not here and not in the Holy Land if she could prevent it. Wrapping her arms tight around him, she allowed her kisses to become deeper, somehow feeling like she had to prove her promise was true and prove that he would not lose her.