She had moved back to the main living space, standing against the window and watching as the waves crashed against the cliffs. The wind was high and the surf especially violent. And yet no crash was ever the same, and there was no motivation to pull her gaze away. Each time was something new, something to be learned.

Reinette was uncertain how long she stood so, the breeze still slipping in from the open window. Long enough to taste salt on the back of her tongue.

At Jack's voice she turned.

Like Jack, he had asked before. Did he look like Jack. Though the words were not the same this time, the question still felt dangerously close. A slight misstep in any direction --

Accept in this there was only reaction, brief and natural. If not a smile then warmth touched her features all the same and brought with it truth for company.

"You will do."

Any more than that and he might have distrusted the answer. The old, familiar teasing filled the space where those words might have been.

"Of course why you sought my opinion I am not certain. I am the woman still wearing her dinner from the previous evening."