She's been told those things before, somewhere in a distant, dim memory: that death isn't to be struggled against or feared, not just for the sake of her pride and honor as a warrior but also because it leaves the path open for renewal and rebirth.

Being tired makes her more fatalistic and defeated than accepting- for now; but she has time to come back to herself, time to find her strength again, and for now, time to rest. It feels oddly intimate, in a way that might have bothered her in life, to be laying so close together; but right now, it feels right, and she accepts it.

"I just have to let myself fall asleep?" she asks, as if this makes rational and logical sense instead of belonging to the realm of the strange and inexplicable.