If possible they were traveling even faster than before. Her hair whipped across her face with enough force to sting, but somehow it did not hurt. It just brought a sense of awareness. The speed of the far forced air into her lungs in a way that breath did not even seem required.

She laughed softly against it. It could hardly be heard.

Reinette tilted her face to listen to Jack against the wind, tucking her hair efficiently behind her ear. It was instinctual more than habit.

"And that was you, Jack."

She was not entirely certain that he needed to hear it said. But if it did, it was there? If he did not? Just mere words to be consumed by the wind. Reinette turned her face forward again, watching the world speed by.