She was breathing shallowly, trying to retain her body. She had to speak aloud her connection apparently, and so much for keeping things private, to herself. But in the time they shared, in all they'd done, had she really hated it?

No. Sure, Ruffnut had seen the dream she wanted to keep to herself, and there had been awkward moments (her nude, for instance, in that impromptu shower), but all in all? It had been another adventure for the both of them. It was pretty clear why she'd dream Ruffnut burning in her dad's place. Whether he was still alive or dead, he wasn't here, and she had made sure to distance herself from people enough.

Clearly, that had failed.

You made me...care about what happens to you, more than anybody. You're someone I'm scared as hell to lose.