When he presses close, she offers him another encouraging squeeze. After his death, after his attempt at sacrificing himself, Maria doesn't think she could handle losing Manolo again. He's a part of her heart now.

Unsurprisingly she cringes faintly, but doesn't back down from the topic. "I won't, but- I know you're here now. You're safe with me." It's a comfort to know he's not about to vanish anytime soon.

The woman shifts to sit up herself, blankets falling away for now as she crosses her legs under her. Even with the mid-morning lightly slowly trickling under the curtains, the air is still chilly, but Maria doesn't notice. Her gaze is on Manolo, waiting for him to continue when he can find the words.