She lifts the hand she still holds and brings it to her lips, full of emotions she has no way of distinguishing. Fear wrestles with pride, dread with determination.

But above them all, this aching swell in her chest, the one that hurts her heart and threatens to crack her ribs and only seems to grow by the day. Damn, she loves this girl.

"Damn, I love you, Nonagesimus," she says, because why keep it to herself. "You absolutely fucking wreck me."