She melts against him, tears springing unbidden to her eyes. There is great comfort in the strength of his embrace, and she nestles close, trying to get hold of her emotions. She's never had to tell this story to anyone before. After a minute, she continues.

"He hadn't met me yet. Time traveller, you know. For me, it was the end of our run. For him, it hadn't even happened yet. And if he had died there, rescuing those people, what we had -- never would have happened."

Grief, yes. But acceptance. She's had over a hundred years to come to terms with it.