[Irhya lifts her head, her lips thinning gradually until, in one motion, she hooks her arm into his, whirls around, and starts them walking again.]

...Thanks.

[It's a tiny admission, spoken with the air of a cat who just did something embarrassing. She pushes a little closer.]

I'm sorry if all of this is weighing on you. But I want to hope you'll find a reason to live on by being here.