Tightly, Jack closed his eyes. He did, she was right, he did. But how could he?

"You shouldn't be here," he said, though not cruelly. She should be in Versailles, she should be part of her time line, not here, not with him. He who'd placed himself so strongly in her timeline when he never should have brushed it at all.

He tried to move again then, to step up, and he did, but his legs faltered and he slipped almost immediately back down to the bed. He hadn't the strength for it.

He took a deep breath out then. He was still aware of her presence, how it seemed to move the air behind him, and then, finally, he looked back to her.

"Thank you," he said.