When he can't make a joke in return, she knows he's still terrified; truthfully, she was too. Now, she can assess herself medically but before, all she could think was that she had her one good thing, and of course, she would die for it.

Reaching out for him, she tugs so that he's kneeling by the couch, eye level with her. Then, she cradles his face with one hand.

"I'm okay, James," she whispers quietly, stroking his cheek. "Everything's okay now. I'll heal, fully."