Reinette did not actively wait for Jack to reappear. She busied herself with various tasks. Her knees were still dirty from sitting by Jack on the ground. She dampened a cloth and cleaned one after the other. Wiped down the water from Jack's brief attack. Even rearranged the pillows from the evening before. She had just finished replacing them when Jack came down the stairs.

She was not actively waiting for him. Except, of course, that she was. It was strange that for a woman that did not wait? She did not mind.

Her smile lifted her features at his appearance.

The simple answer would be that he looked no different. It really was never about how he looked. And even if it were, the more obvious change had taken place at the park. But he seemed to recognize it now. Or at least seemed to be considering the possibility? And that was important.

Reinette felt her feet walking, circling Jack in a way that was really nothing of her own. Rather an echo of how he once circled her. Her feet felt light.

When she returned to face him hands moved to brush down lines of a coat that already seemed settled. Her smile tilted more.

"Like Jack."