[He can't really tell her that she won't die again, because she may very well die again, today even. Her tears have stopped, and that's good. He looks down at her again, tilting his head to the side in wonder and then determination mixed with a hint of concern when she squeezes him tighter.]

You most certainly didn't die alone out there. [He hates to think those bastards managed to kill him.] They won't get away with something like that again, I assure you of that.