Vaan and Yuna's relationship was complicated, to say the least. Friends first, lovers occasionally, and always comrades in arms. He was grateful for her presence, even if most may frown upon what they did when he visited. But here and now, as she held his hand as though it wasn't made of metal, it was almost like things were normal. That there was no war between the Heroes, that Terra had never reacted like she did and he would have never lost his arm.

"Well, I had you, didn't I?" He replied just as softly. "And Mary, too. I would have died if she hadn't come into the flower shop that day...c'mon."

Gently pulling from her grasp, Vaan held her shoulders to move her back to the bed. And he made it plain that he would join her once his boots were off. She needed to rest and stay warm, the least he could do right now was provide what he could. Just like he always did.