Always. [ She says again, weaving her fingers into his. ] Always.

[ For a few moments, her smile is bittersweet. The memory of finding him collapsed isn't easy to forget, and if not for the simple request for help, she wouldn't have known unless she coincidentally attempted to warp or summon the sword he'd lent her, and discovers that the armory powers weren't working correctly. That would have been luck. This time he had chosen to ask for help instead, and that choice saved his life. It's a big step. Whether it was from desperation or panic, she's glad that he had asked, that he hadn't chosen to hide what was happening to him, which he could have easily done.

"This might not be all that comforting, but I've almost died plenty of times. It's not as big a deal as you might think."

This, he said to her the last time he had a near-death experience with the Fetter. ]

Noct, do you... [ Her lips purse as she thinks about how to word her question. ] You once told me that you've almost died plenty of times. That's it not as 'big of a deal'.

[ She tilts her head down, looking at him earnestly. ] Do you ever grow tired of that? Nearly dying.