You may be going to your death, as you say.

[ she lifts her own chin, spine ramrod straight and arms folded into the small of her back. military posture, for a woman who lives and breathes and will likely burn herself on a pyre of her own making, for that system. her eyes flick to the side, where she's positioned herself in relation to him. ]

To shy from my companions demise would be cruel of me. I will witness you, one way or another.