She watches him as he disappears into the swaying grain. She wishes she didn't have to do that, but she had to make sure he will be safe. As sure as she can be, anyway. Nothing is certain.

"I know you will," she whispers, so softly that she can't be sure she even said them at all. And perhaps there is something certain after all. He will search for her. She knows that. And if she can be found, he'll find her.

All her strength is gone, and everything is fading. It doesn't hurt anymore. It doesn't feel like anything anymore. Her last thought before she slips away is of Punchy, hoping he gets to safety.