"No, you didn't. I have no idea why you did what you did. Whether it was a way out, a choice to throw your lot in with a doomed woman, who knows what option I was to you. That's your business."

She sighs, her fingers going still on the stitches half way through. She fixes the needle there to not slip in her work. Then carefully lays it in her lap. The gestures are precise, careful, laying it out neatly and smoothing over it before she looks up to address him properly.

"But you did it. You, among few, risked everything, and you saved my life, Dixon. You carried me away when I could barely stand, you helped bring me here, when every part of my body was wanting to let go of this life. You may have your reasons for doing it, but never think I will forget."