At his assurance, Reinette felt herself ease slightly. Falling back into something just past sleep yet not entirely away. It was not a luxury she normally allowed herself. There was simple too much to be done and too many appearances that it was crucial she maintain. In the past year, her pace had only grown more frantic.

Even now her mind was collecting and reviewing what would be required of her in that day. Except that no, this was not France. Nor was this her home. And because of that she would have to rely on Jack for certain things, and what she could take on would be limited. It was both a struggle and a relief.

She was not certain which resonated more.

Reinette closed her eyes and when she opened them the sleep was fully pushed away.

"I would like that," the words came soft, but precisely. "Though if they are much like the fashions you procured before, I cannot imagine 'we' shall be needed. Despite your aspirations to be a lady's maid. I should be able to handle them on my own."

Reinette did not point out the amount of time she spent staring at the undergarments he provided for London, confused but refusing to ask for Jack's aide. It was neither here nor there in her mind.