She shakes her head a little, both disbelieving and grief warring on her face. She shakes him a little, because she does not want to hear this. Not now, not after she has gotten him back. She cannot lose him. There is no point to 'keep living' without him.

"Aleron, no... please, don't leave me." She pleads again, feeling weakness overcoming her. "You can't leave me here alone. They're all slipping away from me and without you - what am I living for?"

Grief warred with stubborness, as she squeezed his hands in hers, "If you leave me - I will not be long in joining you. You must know that. So you have to hold on -- for both of us."