"I will." It's a promise, difficult though the thought of just resting is. It's been a whirlwind of things to do since Franco passed, after all.

She'll need his hand to get herself back up out of the chair. Will keep a grip on it for just long enough to ask again, "And... you'll be by. Later on."

Not entirely a question. More of a confirmation, to reassure herself. This isn't going to be the last time for a long time; not again.