She slid a cold palm over his hot cheek, caressing it lightly. "No ... we die...."
He stiffened. "We?"
She continued to stroke his cheek dreamily. "Die with you...."
He shook her. "What are you talking about!" he cried. "The pile isn't going to erupt!"
"Crystal focusses ... ship ... only when pile...."
His face blanched.
She whispered again, so softly that he had to bend his ear to her lips. "You escape ... get in ship...."
He stared at her incredulously. "You'd let me get away with the pile secret!"
She relaxed in his arms, smiling sleepily, while the tiny red trickle from the corner of her mouth grew wider. "Stupid of me."
She shivered. "... cold...."