[She turns, at that, and smiles up at him, though after a moment the expression drops down, a little uncertainly, and there's a touch of concern in her.]

There is one problem, I guess.

I... I don't know if I'll survive, yet.

But if I don't....

I don't know. Maybe it will be like I never even met you. So maybe it won't matter. But if not... you might die too. Not every time, but... some of them. Is that really okay? I've been trying to figure out if there's some way that everyone can follow me and arrive... after but I'm not sure if it works like that.