[Alear's hand finds his, and Griss isn't entirely sure when or why he decided to grasp her hand in return and refuse to let go, but here we are. His grip is tight, almost like he expects her to try to pull back.]

Hey, c'mon, no need to get sappy on me.

[He says, despite having her hand in a vicegrip...]

I know we'll make it through. You make me...

[want to see what the world will be like when this is over.

...Ugh, gross, that is way too saccharine of a sentiment and Griss makes a face.]

I'm not gonna let anything happen to me, so don't waste your time worrying, got it?