Reinette did not move to close the space between them. But she did not yield either. It would never be in her nature. And not even Jack, for all his ability to command a room, or even the events of the past year would bring her to.

It was simply not who she was.

But with Jack, she was Reinette. Someone younger, less weary. She wondered if insisting he call her than had not been attempt on her own part to reclaim that part of herself.

"Yes," she agreed to the word if not his particular use of it. "Reinette."