Reinette lifted her skirts and deftly closed the distance that had been spreading between them steadily ever since her recent revelation. She was close enough to see each and every shadow that played against his features. It seemed to her as if there were more of them there.

"Supposed to be," she repeated. "Surely what is 'supposed to be' already is." Though she held great stock in discipline and hard work, Reinette could not help but believe in fate as well. With her past, how could she not.

She continued to study Jack, actively watching how he was changing before her. He was a different man than she first met in the garden. Not so far from the question that plagued him now.

"The question is not strange. He is a man that can change his features just as I might change clothes. I saw that in his mind." Though it was vague, and difficult to touch? It was still there. "He is lean and lithe, and fashions himself after the wren -- dressed in all brown."

Reinette closed the distance again, by a single step.

"You wish to leave?"