[He does make her breathe out something that sounds near enough to a laugh, throat still tight. Even now, he still can manage to make her smile. Even if it's sad around the edges.]

I do. I really, really do.

[A single tear rolls down her round cheek, falling off her chin.]

I was so desperate to see the world before my Gommage. So determined to go with you on the expedition. But, I think... no. I know, a part of me didn't want to face what the world would be like without you. If you died on the expedition, what were the chances I'd survive?

[Higher than she realized, apparently.]

I didn't want this.