Pure a little salt (we were never here)

"I won't let you die," he murmurs reassuring against the shell of her ear but his voice splits when he shapes the syllables, almost as if the fear paralyzes him, terrified that he won't find a solution, that he can't keep his promise. She still doesn't believe him but she's too tired to fight against it so she keeps silent and watches dust corns and particles floating in the air.