Almásy comes through in shadows, carrying Katharine, blocking out the light that pours into the entrance of the cave. Once inside, he sets her down incredibly gently, makes a bed of blankets and the parachute. He turns on his torchlight.
KATHARINE : It's so cold.
ALMÁSY: I know. I'm sorry. I'll make a fire.
INT. CAVE OF SWIMMERS. TORCHLIGHT
As he makes the fire, the light sends his shadow flitting across the walls.
ALMÁSY (as he works): Listen to me, Katharine. You've broken your ankle and I'm going to have to try and bind it. I think you've also broken your wrist--and maybe some ribs, which is why it's hurting you to breathe. I'm going to have to walk to El Taj. Although, given all the traffic in the desert these days I'm bound to bump into one army or another. And then I'll be back and you'll be fine.
The fire is lit and he comes over to her, kneels beside her.
KATHARINE: Do you promise? I wouldn't want to die here. I don't want to die in the desert. I've always had rather an elaborate funeral in mind, with particular hymns. Very English. And I know exactly where I want to be buried. In our garden. Where I grew up. With a view of the sea. So promise me you'll come back for me.
ALMÁSY: I promise I'll come back.
I promise I'll never leave you.