[She's listening to Lif, certainly, but she doesn't turn to look at him until his hand finds her shoulder. His words bear the weight of an oath - she couldn't miss them if she tried.]

I know.

[It's such a simple phrase, but it really is one she's aware of and honestly believes in whole-heartedly.]

If I didn't trust in that, I wouldn't have come all the way out here with on you. I would have insisted we bring Farkas or Njada; another shield-brother to watch our backs. I know you won't die on me, just as I won't die on you.

It was just... surprising, I suppose.

[The wounds they sustained during their sparring sessions beneath the sea were different. They were "dead" so those injuries hardly mattered. But here, where death is a very real threat... It was surprising, despite how stupid that sounds.]

I know you understand it, but I do wish I hadn't told you quite like this. Skjor deserves to have tales of his bravery and cunning told, not my regrets and sorrows.

[It's her attempt at lightening the mood a bit, though she does truly believe that.]