The world's gone all to bits, and she only just escaped with him, but in the end they tucked themselves into a cargo hold and squeezed tight. When they awoke, the worlds were all new. She clapped her hands and dragged him through the crowded streets, and the best thing is:
the suns don't burn them here.
She makes him waltz her through the crowded marketplace, lets go to sample a bloodfilled refugee, unfolds herself into the light of the new baby star that's just beginning, not yet hot enough to singe them.
And so they shall dance without ceasing.