Sabine notes the small fond smile and gratitude floods her chest. She doesn't know jealousy when it comes to Jack. She loves Jack with all her soul and all her choices; enough to have chosen him over The Rift. To have built the dream of a future with him for all those empty years. To have come to him immediately once freed of her prison. But she's been gone for five years, and she knows what those five years have done to him, what he's done to himself to survive them, and her loss.

She's grateful. To Jerry, Rosa, and Amy. Even certain Benjamin's.

And, here again, Kyle, too.

Grateful for those who took him in, took the time to care for him, listened to him, chose him, and the work it took to get under the shell that protected him from the so much that he shouldn't have been able to withstand. That he could. He needed others because of, and so rarely allowed himself to see he could have it. Did need it.

Following companionably after him, more interested in Kyle than the glass cases, Sabine's gaze shifted across the cards, same as him, as she offered quietly. "Did he explain it to you??"