"I would have many words for Them, if they tried to separate us," he mutters, huffing softly and wrapping his arm around her, pulling her a little closer in his embrace subconsciously (sleep is threatening to grab hold of him, but he is winning that fight for now) when she mentions Death.

He pauses briefly. "And I know that time may come, but for now I do not want to think about it. I want to live," he says softly, earnestly. "For too long I have not truly allowed myself that pleasure, and I want to focus on here, on us, on what we have."