She closes her eyes and nods. He's right, of course. And she'd be lying if, beneath the ache, she weren't feeling a buzz of excitement, of hope. She's tried to quash it as much as possible over the weeks that she's been here, but knowing that it might be within her grasp to get home has every nerve abuzz, her stomach tying itself in knots.

She wants to go home. But she doesn't want to lose him. "It'll be all right," she tells him, trying to believe it herself. "Whatever happens."