He follows her lead, keeping his distance, right up to her doorstep. No further. Calm, subdued. There's no fight left in him, not for his own cause. They have to arm themselves for a greater cause. That's why they're here.

"If you wanna just hand them over the threshold..." Accepting. Resigned.

And then, just like that, she invites him back into her house, her life. She wants him there. A rush of joy so pure, so unexpected, so unfamiliar that he doesn't know how to handle it. If they survive, this might mean something, some day.