[A desperation settles in as she dares to hold onto what little hope she has left. She isn't sure what else they can do, but it doesn't seem like it's working. When his fist hits the floor, she jumps in surprise, but is quick to reach out and cover his hand with both of hers.]

Here, just...

[She has no idea what to do, how to make this better. Her heart sinks down into her stomach, and there's a pit of despair settling in. This isn't how this was supposed to go.]

Just lay your head in my lap for a minute.

[It gives them a little more time to see if anything happens, and she can keep her hands on him. Maybe it will soothe them both. She urges him to recline back with his head in her lap, and starts to work her fingers through his hair. Little kisses are pressed to his forehead and peppered across his face, and she tries to distract him from waiting and getting angrier.

But the longer they sit like that in the middle of the gift shop, the more obvious that it is the cosmic ash isn't going to work for him. Her little touches and kisses slow to a stop, and she doesn't realize that she's crying until her tears run hot against her cheeks. They fall from her and hit his face, and she's quick to wipe them away.]

It's not any fair. [Her voice sounds broken and lost.] I really wanted you to be alive again. Because you -

[More tears fall, and she winds up curling in over him, so her forehead can rest against his and she's wrapped up over him protectively.]

You wanted it so badly. The cosmic ash should've worked. They promised.

[Her voice cracks at that last part, as absolutely all hope of the stupid cosmic ash working is lost.]