Her breath caught as Jack spoke. Not only coherent but indicating he truly did recognize her.

"Do not what," Reinette feigned innocence neither of them were capable of in that moment. Not after everything had passed. But there was an edge to her tone that she could not help but home he could hear, that he could still somehow translate.

Jack could ask a great many things of her in that moment. But not to stop.

All that was set aside when he began to cough. Huge, wrenching gasps that Reinette feared would tear what little was left of him apart.

Pulling her skirts to one side Reinette dropped to her knees on the floor of the carriage so that he face was more even with Jack's. Even then she was reaching for the necklace that still rested about her chest.

She tugged the chair free, and placed it over Jack's neck. Logically she knew he could not die. She had witnessed it for herself. But she still could not bring herself to let it be like this. She fumbled with the pendant, frustrated when it did not immediately work as Jack promised.

But then something twisted. Released. And she could feel an intense heat wash over them both.