"Okay." It was a resigned okay, a heavy okay. Knowing that the caveat of 'if I can help it' was more key than anything else in that sentence.

No one could ever really help it.

They all just died anyway.

Or worse. Died for her.

She fell silent for a long moment, picking almost absentmindedly at her bow, before slowly, almost reluctantly, she shuffled closer until she could lean in to his side and rest her head against his shoulder.