She smiles then, finally looks back up at him. She's glad. She is.

"Not that kind of safety, but - this kind. Abraham made me feel physically safe, but he also made me feel like someone knew me. Like someone would miss me if I were gone, someone needed me to be here. You know me. You would miss me. But you don't need me to survive."

Turns out Abraham didn't either. "Turns out I don't need Abraham. Knowing that is part of not regretting it, too."