After a practically hard fight, Papalymo finds Yda tending to her wounds. She is bad at first aid and her bandages are lose and messy. He watches her struggle for a few and then sits down the her cot next to her. He grabs the bandages from her and scoots behind her as he starts to clean the worst of the cuts she can't reach first. His hands linger a bit too long and she notices.

"I'm okay." She reassures him, looking at him over her shoulder.

He frowns, tracing a large gash with his finger. She winces. He would lying if he said he didn't want to be reminded that they are both still alive. Suddenly, he wraps his arms around her waist and just presses his face to her back. He can hear her breathe — feel her heart beat. They are alive.

"Sometimes...I just think you're invincible. I forgot that we're only human."

She laughs, "Well, the only way I'm gonna die before you is if you bore me to death."

"You wound me! Everyone knows you'll be the death of me," He scoffs, looking offended.