His hand twitched under hers, an involuntary movement, and he tried to speak-

-but only coughed instead, a pathetic sound, weaker than before as the fight in him drained. His gaze slipped aside, glassy and distant, focused on something only he could see.

His lips trembled, a whisper escaping (his agreement? a wish of good luck? a name?), and then he stilled, hand falling away as he faded and was gone.