It may be a worthless promise to assert when neither of them can snap their fingers and issue a reversal of any disappearance; if it occurs, she can only hope that it will happen when they are together, and that they will depart in the same manner. She'd been a risk to her own world while she was still living, and in her mind, the best thing she can do now for its future is to never return, the lack of her thereby circumventing the prophecy of her destiny to undo it.

"We have our own power," she promises, even if it doesn't extend as far as having control over these particular circumstances, and while she doesn't know what future days will hold for them she does know how much stronger she feels with him by her side.

She presses her lips to his temple again, nudging her cheek there, her fingers sliding against the front of his body, mapping the already familiar shape of him beneath their descent. She hadn't quite understood the extent of how it would accentuate the feelings she possessed before dying; now, there are moments when she fights to separate his emotions from her own, strong enough to leave her breathless if she still had the need for it.