[He doesn't give specifics, and see doesn't ask. He's stayed alive for this long; she trusts that he knows his resources. It would be stupid to misrepresent them now.

He's leaning back, doubtless to sleep. She glances at him, then looks back at the road. After a moment, she speaks quietly.]

You're probably just going to brush this off as sentient, but I missed you. That's part of why I couldn't stop looking for you. I couldn't accept that you were dead. That I'd never see you again.

Anyway. Rest.