[She's not nearly as wild as Feferi when she's in one of her rages. Eridan keeps expecting her to get worse, but instead it seems that she's getting better. He brushes aside one of her strange, clear tears, and replaces it with a light kiss, hoping that she won't think it too far in her current state.]

I'd be dead wwithout you. I'm here for you, no matter wwhat. They couldn't pry me off you wwith a crowwbar. I'm like your owwn personal limpet.