I'm okay. [She whispers quietly, turning her head to kiss his cheek softly as she closes her eyes tightly.]
My ear and I think-- I might be blacking out, but I'm okay. [Because she doesn't remember coming here, or getting back. She knows she didn't die, though.]
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My ear and I think-- I might be blacking out, but I'm okay. [Because she doesn't remember coming here, or getting back. She knows she didn't die, though.]