Her arms wrap around him, clinging to him tightly and savoring the feeling of him alive in her arms. Her fingers are numb from the cold but they still manage to wrap around whatever fabric they find, keeping hold of him so nothing can take him from her again.

"I'm sorry you went through that... but I'm so glad you're here," she tells him without really thinking, the adrenaline of the last little while finally beginning to dissipate and leaving her feeling off-balance. Everything around them is some shade of horrifying red. The world is dark and cold and she's scared — but she isn't alone. He's here too and she feels so guilty for being glad of that. The thought of losing him like she's lost so many people she cares about...

"I love you." It slips out and she's too tired to stop it, too desperate for him to know this one secret, even if it terrifies her more than those creatures ever could. Hiding her face against his neck, she quietly explains, "I know it's crazy, we've only known each other like a week or something, but I needed you to know that."

In case she doesn't get another chance. She'd waited to tell Lincoln; she can't make that mistake with Neal.