The first breath she takes on the last day is coloured with cinnamon, incense, and leather. She wakes up curled under his jacket - must have gotten up to get it in the middle of the night. She clings to the soft lining, smoothing down the fraying stitches around the shoulders, gingerly pressing her fingers over the ragged hole no longer stained with his blood.
For a warm moment it feels like he’s there, and she holds onto the quiet reassurance for as long as she can, pulling the jacket closer. For a moment, she forgets why she was so afraid.
EDI: ‘Alliance fleet en route. Admiral Hackett inbound, ETA 08:00.’
Soon. I’ll see you again soon.
(Hey, if every other Shep gets a night before earth scene, a Thane-mancer should have one too, even if he isn’t exactly there for it.)