She was relieved to hear him say so. It might have hurt her pride to admit it, but she was afraid to be left alone again. While she didn't think that Wood would be foolish enough to try to strike twice in the same place, she couldn't be positive. He had enough hatred inside of him towards her to be able to conjure up a worthwhile Avada Kedavra, even if he'd never cast one successfully before. She would be dead in a second. If he'd been smart enough to consider that option the first time, or if he simply didn't wish to make it a painful death, he would've been successful. And she would be nothing but a memory. Part of her was almost sad that he didn't succeed.