Meredith lets out a sigh, eyes closing. "We will," she says, quietly emphatic, hand moving slowly along his side. If there's anything she's sure of, at least today, it's that they'll survive this, whether or not anything else does. Dead wives and near murders, drownings and a thousand issues she's never known what to do with and all the rest — they've handled everything else about as well as anyone could be expected to. Anyway, they're still here, so it's close enough, and even if it weren't, it wouldn't matter. They're hopeless without each other. "And in the meanwhile," she continues after a moment, turning her head up to him with a little smile, "at least we know there are still some things we're good at."