[Her hands still keep a gentle hold of his own, quietly watching as he opens his eyes once more. Giving a reassuring squeeze of his hand as she listens, humming softly in response. She can only imagine how hard that must've been, then.]

What you did was the best option. They would've suffered, before they slowly passed away... I know it was probably a painful choice, but I believe you did the right thing. A quick death is better than one that's long and agonizing.

[It's strange, how this feels like something familiar to her. Maybe she should've been more apprehensive or unsure, but she simply feels calm and certain as she speaks - as if death is something she knows so well.]