She had the most absurd urge to place one hand on either of Jack's cheeks and to memorize that smile. It suited him so. And then there was the idea that should he ever lose it again, she would be that much better equipped to help his rediscover it.

But she did not. Instead her brow knitted slightly at Jack's sords.

Not just because she heard them. But because she understood them. What it meant, behind a great deal of confidence and bravado to suspect that there was a very real possibility one might be enough. Yet what she might question in herself? Was all to easy for her to dismiss for Jack.

She did reach for him then. Not skin, but instead one hand moving to rest on his chest. The pale of her skin gleamed against the blue of his robe. It was a settled weight, one that suggested it was quite content as it was.

"You have shown me wonderful things Jack, taken me to some amazing places. But that is merely where I went to. You are the person I went with. And by my measure one is far more important than the other."

Her tone was light, but clear.

"You. Here. The word 'just' hardly seems applicable, I think. Some things are not meant to be measured in such a fashion."