His gaze wrenched up to meet hers, he stares back at her for a moment, uncertain. Why? The question bounces in echoes around his head. Why save him? Why didn't she take the killing shot earlier, when her life was clearly in danger? Why is she...

Stand up.

He does, with effort. Every ounce of him aches, body covered in wounds, but there's enough strength in him yet to manage that much with her prompting.