[Kazoo no she promises it was for you. It wasn't a dig by the audience, it was totally her attempt to end up back at your side. Because she wanted to be with you again. You little shit.

But obviously that didn't work, so she just shakes her head and follows his gaze toward the screen.]

There wasn't much we could do but... if I could do nothing else for you, I could attempt to ensure your safety.

[And then she's quiet for a while, because she doesn't know how to continue. 'You're welcome' seems to be too trite, and she's certain he already knows that. So she just nods, looks toward their joined hands, and lets her fingers curl just a bit more. Not into a proper squeeze, but the pressure is definitely there. A bit.]

I am sorry I could not be there for you. But... [and then she hesitates, because she's still angry at him for what he'd done. She'd never wanted to see him here in the graveyard with her, never wanted him to be executed... but now that he was here, she couldn't really protest his presence. 'I'm proud of you,' was too bold of a statement, but maybe she could just,]

Everything went as well as could be. It is a point of pride.