in life and death

When he opens his eyes again, her face is turned just so that one of her eyes gleams under the light of the campfire, like a precious gem. Still watching him, Thrasir breaks the silence of their little shelter. "It appears it is just you and me again." Like it was before they were approached by Hel, after his sister was taken from him, after every living being from their worlds was gone and they were the last two standing. Like it's been all these long years since then, working together, learning to trust one another, leaning on each other. The last piece of the life he knew. She is all he has left.It's with that thought that Líf realizes, getting to keep on living to achieve their goal with her is a much better option than perishing and losing her forever. He cannot bear the thought of being parted from her. He can't imagine his life without her in it."Indeed," he says, fingers tightening around her hand. "I am grateful that you are still here. With me."