She closes her eyes tight enough that tears come without her intending to let them loose. She wipes at them furiously as if pushing them away means that they never existed in the first place. It's been so long since someone cared like this. It's been over a year since she got here, shot and delirious, and she's forgotten what it's like to have allies -- people who love you. "The sky was supposed to burn on the twenty-first," she says, hoarsely. "The twenty-first of April, 2011, that was Judgment Day. The fight at home is over," she gets out, looking slightly wild. "I'm dying. I have five years and they staved off the end and..." And what if she never sees John again?

She takes in a deep breath, forces herself to calm down, and that's when she realizes what he's said. "I love you too, Cal," she says, the words so seemingly simple, but coming from her it's like she's had to dredge them out from under ten tonnes of rock. "But I don't trust lightly. I know you know about that. I don't want just anyone treating me with this," she says again.