"On the contrary," she smiled her mirthless polite smile -- eyes up and head tilted so that she was (for a moment) watching him more than the ground ahead. "Life and death are terribly simple. You live, Logan. Or you die."

Or so she trusted. Peggy had known wondrous people in her life, but not even the best of them could triumph over death. So she kept on smiling in that way that never reached her eyes -- determined to wear Steve's absence like a badge of spirit instead of an arm-band of mourning.

"And I intend to live a very long time." Her addendum was given in a raised volume so it might carry back to him; she'd already turned back to the task of scaling downwards, and her arm trailed stiffly behind her to keep hold of his fingers. "I doubt longevity comes to those who follow the book, so we're at least in agreement on that front."