She has the Herodotus and is reading to him from the passage Katharine had written in his book as she waited for him in the Cave of Swimmers.
HANA (reading): "My darling, I'm waiting for you. How long is a day in the dark? Or a week? The fire is gone now and I'm horribly cold."
The reading continues, BUT SOMETIMES IT'S KATHARINE'S OWN VOICE THAT'S HEARD.
HANA: "I really ought to drag myself outside--but then there would be the sun. I'm afraid I waste the light on the paintings and on writing these words. We die, we die rich with lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed...bodies we have entered and swum up like rivers, fears we have hidden in like this wretched cave...."
INT. THE CAVE OF SWIMMERS. TORCHLIGHT
ALMÁSY SMUDGES KATHARINE'S PALE FACE WITH saffron from the thimble. He presses his cheek up to hers, smoothes her hair, with incredible tenderness.
KATHARINE: ....I want all this marked on my body. We are the real countries, not the boundaries drawn on maps with the names of powerful men....
EXT. CAVE OF SWIMMERS. DAY
Almásy comes out of the cave, carrying the bundle of Katharine in his arms, wrapped in the silks of her parachute.
KATHARINE: I know you will come and carry me out into the palace of winds.....That's all I've wanted--to walk in such a place with you, with friends, an earth without maps.
INT. THE PATIENT'S ROOM. DAY
The Patient is slipping away.
HANA: "The lamp's gone out....and I'm writing in the darkness."
Hana looks up from the book. His eyes roll, his breathing quiets, then stops.