[Maketh puts her hand on his wrist and squeezes tight. She can't hope to match him in strength of arms, but it's something. Proof of her presence at his side.

Right here, right now - this is what matters.] I won't.

[She rests her head against his shoulder.] And I...I don't think I could, even if we had a choice in the matter. I'm dead on Lothal. This is home now.