[ The whuff of air from her nose comes again, but it is laughter rather than sigh.

What a pair they make, almost lovingly designed to drive each other mad. But it is as he said, isn't it? They are still here. There has been so much, so very much, and they are still here. Still care enough to quarrel.

Maybe he is fighting for her, it is simply that they are fighting each other and themselves. ]

Then I shall not tell you what to say or when to say it. Only that it will make me happy to hear whatever it is you wish to say whenever it is you wish to say it.