"Of course," she nods a bit at Kaz's thanks. It's such a simple thing in so many ways, yet she knows it isn't that for him at all. She appreciates the struggle of letting them in the way he's trying to after so long of keeping everything so very close to the vest.

She leans marginally into Kaz when he puts his arm around her, and she doesn't even have the energy to scold him for those words; trying to balance her need for that bit of physical comfort with his own that's been put in the scrambler again. But he's still trying. And Jesper has never been shy with affection of all kinds, and she can draw strength in the firm press of her fingers in his.

"Thank you for telling me," she says softly to Jesper, knowing it isn't an easy sort of news to deliver.