She doesn't say, "Not much longer," cause it's all relative, really.

Instead she sits and the room is cool and comfortable, and you can almost hear someone singing.

"I wish we'd known each other longer, Ennis del Mar. I truly do. But, you know."

And she's always Del, so she looks over at him and her smile's a little secret.

"You know. Like what I said. Remember?"

"And my hand's here as long as you want to hold it."