It's a while before she can gather herself together enough to speak, but she finally does, lifting her head to look at him and releasing the desperate grip she's kept on his hand.

"I'm sorry."

For falling apart on him. For shutting him out so completely even here. For rebuffing his attempts at simple conversation.

For walking away and leaving him behind on a burning ship.

For all the things this moment can't change going forward. They're not enemies here, but who's to say they won't be again? She knows, now, the danger of hope. She's not sure she can bear to allow him any closer when the reality is that one day they'll have to go back to opposing sides, but neither is she sure she can keep going on as she has been.

"I don't want us to keep hurting each other."

It's a tiny plea to this universe as much as it's an admission to him. Show me a way forward and I'll take it. Something had to be better than the way they've been going on.