It feels good to find something funny, and to laugh at it despite any pain that might cause. Sorrel isn't angry, and that's what matters; Sina grins as he cups her face, happy to have at least a small moment of levity among all the sorrow.
"We might have," she admits, her voice softening, but chooses not to continue the sentence. Beyond that point is only sadness. They might have, but they won't. They won't have the opportunity for that struggle.
"Here we are," she agrees, letting that be the conclusion. Resting her head on Sorrel's chest again, Sina sighs.