Reinette closed her eyes briefly, the tilt of her chin conceding his point. She understood Jack's frustrations, perhaps even more than he fully suspected. It was one of the few things she had still kept somewhat guarded. It was painfully difficult to be lost within one's own body.

The angle of her chin sharpened lightly as she withdrew her hand, though not without one long, lingering brush of her thumb.

"All right, then. All right. But I do think Jack, sometimes we are meant to linger in the discomfort. It pushes us. Because who we are, the people that we are. It is not always easy. So it is only logical that reaching there again should not be either. As long as we are walking somewhere, Jack? And not running? Then by all means I will change and we can go."