[ A soft, wounded sound escapes her when he touches her face. For a brief moment, she shuts her eyes and tilts her face into his hand, drinking in his open affection like parched earth beneath a rain. When she opens her eyes, she stares down at her own lap. ]

I won't die, [ she murmurs. ] You, more than anyone ... helped me realize I want to keep living. The only person who can really save me is ... the Sheriff. [ Only he has the power to, she thinks, grant her wish. ] But until then... I won't die.