Reinette continued her walk as formally as one might walk the perimeter of a ball room. Her fingers continued to graze the dresser and across a stuffed but serviceable chair until she reached the window itself.

She pressed one palm full against the pane of glass, unable to help but note how it was clear and beautifully made. The warmth of the day cut through the glass and into her skin. She did this often in the water, allowing the sun to heat her. She did not need it now, but enjoyed the result all the same.

Reinette turned to face Jack again, fully taking in where he still rested on the bed. She found she could not help but smile. Her fingers gripped the window sill behind her slightly, the only thing not perfect in her posture.

"Are you certain?"