She took a deep breath to keep fighting back her tears, head turned to the side to look out over the rooftop than to try to glance toward him. She'd never stayed in this close to him before; generally, if she were this close, they were sparring, and staying inside his guard like this wasn't a place she normally wanted to be.

Then his hand against her back, light as it was, and she squeezed her eyes shut, gulping another shuddering breath as her fingers tightened in the back of his cloak. There was no future here. Not for either of them. They had to get back to the war, they had to keep fighting to preserve their way of life.

But there was no future for him either way. It wasn't fair.

"'M sorry," she choked out, finally, fingers only tightening in the back of his cloak as she kept avoiding his eyes, kept her cheek against his shoulder. "If I could just--"

Just change it. Just be a few feet closer, enough to yell, enough to throw something to slow him down, even a fraction. If she'd been there to get his back like she always did. Then they wouldn't even be having this conversation.