"You're alive," he said with a relieved sigh. "You're really still alive."
Primrose nodded in his arms, unwilling to let go of their embrace. The thought of almost dying was still haunting her, and she couldn't help imagining what Edmund would have done if he had seen her die again.
"Yes… I'm alive," Primrose whispered softly.
She could feel Edmund trembling slightly as he held her. His arms wrapped around her like a warm cocoon, and she could also hear his mind filled with so many words that it became difficult for her to understand them clearly.
"Edmund…" Primrose gently patted his back, trying to bring him back to reality. "Edmund, can you hear me? I'm still alive."
She repeated those words several times until Edmund finally let go of their hug, though reluctantly. He cupped Primrose's face with both hands and looked at her with such a sorrowful gaze.
