Reinette sighed, her hand reaching out to brush his own. When she spoke of one it was with a voive already flavored with more illness, and loss than she much revealed.

"We carry ourselves for precisely as long as we are strong enough to. Truthfully, I belive that we weary of the world, before it wearies of us. And when we are truly done, truly tired. We just -- let go." She continued to study him. "You are here. You still find reason to travel. To smile." And, it seemed, to hurt. "You are not done yet, I believe."