“Don’t fight him if you think he’ll win. We can try again if we must. But I can’t lose you.” She blinked at him, wide-eyed. Then she smiled. “Too much thinking with your other tail. I will do what needs to be done. And I will bring you the Goblin Lord’s head tomorrow, my word on it. Unless I squish it by accident, that is.” She kissed him, and left.
She's dead.
