"But you wouldn't do it, would you? Not even for yourself."
He turned to look at her and her eyes were very bright and remote, almost glassy. "Not even for you," he said distinctly.
She turned her curiously bright eyes to his and took a step toward him. "I'm so cold," she said faintly.
Her face was ashen, but her eyes burned into him. He went to her, taking her in his arms gently. She was stiff and cold in his arms. He felt nearly unendurable pain as her soft fingers that were so strong clutched at his back.
When she slept he carefully covered her and crawled into the other seat where he lay watching her for a long time until he too slept.
The moon was shining when they awoke and it lighted them as they ate. Afterward they sat inside the flyer, she in the rear seat and he up front. The trees shadowed the flyer and the dark grew deeper until he could see nothing and their voices when they spoke came from a void and sounded briefly and left nothingness behind.
"The ships will be uncomfortable," he said. "It would have been too risky sending regular passenger cruisers, so they stripped down cargo ships. Nothing left inside but the engine rooms and floors. You'll be crowded and uncomfortable."
"That doesn't matter," she replied after a pause. "Just so they all get out."
They were silent a very long time and finally Keith said, "I'll get coffee. We should be eating, I suppose."