...There's no need to apologize. You did not ask for any of this.

[The tone comes quietly, carefully. Not as some leader trying to instruct her what to do, but with a flair of concern and empathy for her state.

The pillow she'd thrown at him is handed out to her cautiously.]

Just promise me you will allow yourself to live. [A repeat of the words more harshly spoken in the heat of battle, with her pulled back into his arms.] To keep living, so that you can see that peace with your own eyes.

You may be as scared and angry as you need. Just do not let it turn this fire of yours into nothing but embers.