[Better. Now she can touch his scruffy face gently, though he fingers are chilly.] I want... you to be safe with Royce. And... I want... you to go back home to your family. And for Royce to go back home... to Miss Gwen and Mister Hadrian. Because... he's a king now.

[Her hand rests on his face, and she's quiet for a little bit, maybe worrisomely, but he can still hear her slightly ragged breaths.] If... I don't wake up... I love you, Mister Alfie... and I will miss you.