The smile feels good too - and makes him feel guilty at the same time. He's more than a little sure he doesn't deserve anyone smiling at him that way right now. So instead he looks away, studying the flower field, realizing for the first time that there's sky, not blank nothingness above and that there are sounds faint and distant but alive and real on the wind. Looking back at her, brows down, he blurts:

"We're alive?"