She does. More than she'd like to admit, she needs it.

And there's such a weariness in those few seconds between breaths when they aren't talking, but it's steeped in shock, in survival instincts that want nothing more than for her to stay alert and active against the logical fact that it's over. Done.

"Si te quedas conmigo, lo haré por ti."

Not that Sombra has it in her to wait for an answer before she's shut her eyes again, shoulders going slack by degrees. Whether he leaves or stays is up to him.