( 'I've slept' and Clive is lucky that Jill is prioritizing making sure he eats rather than attempting to chide him over his lack of self preservation. Her focus now is that he doesn't end up with his food over them both and the bed rather than in his stomach, and to reassure himself and her that this is real.

For if it weren't, if she were to wake up at the Hideaway to an empty bed -- it would break her.

She waits until he's eaten a bit more before she nods, eyes searching out his again as if that is reassurance enough. Is there shame to be found in feeling like she's on the verge of tears again? Jill thinks not, even though she thinks she might have run out of them in one go. He made her break her vow never to cry under the sun, and she'll only forgive him if he never leaves her again. )

If it is, I'm content to stay in it forever. ( They have earned themselves that much, Jill thinks. The freedom to indulge in this miraculous fantasy. But it is not what they should do. And she wishes to keep the doubt from his face, his eyes, reassure him that no matter what else they face, they'll do it together. ) But no, all of this is real. I won't let go of your hand, Clive, and I'll be here.