"'Course it does. If it didn't, then I'd start to worry. But you miss 'em, and you want to believe you've done right by them. So it's gonna get to you sometimes," she murmurs, shaking her head before meeting his eyes.

She knows what it's like. Maybe not on his level, maybe not under such extreme and harsh circumstances, but death is death. And it gets to you sometimes.

She sees the gratitude in his eyes, and she matches the tiny grin on his lips, nodding her head once.

"Don't have to thank me for a thing," she mutters, looking back out on the trail ahead.

She wishes she could do more.