"I know."

There was no bite in her voice. She'd grunted with pain as they both collapsed, but she didn't try to shove herself off of his lap, or make a sharp or teasing retort. That thing had seen her, and as far as she knew, it was still coming. When it found them, it would tear the building down, and they would likely fall with it and die.

It happened. Death wasn't permanent, so that offered some small comfort, but not enough that she could find a reason to smile, or let embarrassment ruin what might be their last moments together. If he died, he might choose to give up his memories of her as a price to pay for his continued life. She'd have to give up something too. This might be the last time they were truly themselves, whole and complete.

"...I know," she said again, looking at his shoulder instead of his face. It was too painful to look into his eyes right now, so she just held to him, finding a dent in his armor to fix her gaze on. "You were super brave, Jaune. You risked everything to save me." It was difficult for her to put her tender feelings into words, but he deserved at least the attempt.

"...Thank you. It means a lot to me."