She hums, a soft, noncommital sound. A quietly doubtful 'Sure', without ever needing to let a word pass her lips.
Her eyes widen just a fraction at the grip Kaz takes on the sharpshooter's wrist- oh. Interesting. He keeps the grip even when he sits up, and Jesper thinks nothing of it. How could he? Did anyone else really know the truth? She thinks the question on Jesper's lips answers that for her. Not that she found out in anything like a conventional way, nor does she understand the entirety of the issue.
"I apologise."
Only two words, and yet... they are ones she never really anticipated hearing from him, for... anything, really. Especially not...this. It isn't as if any of this was intentional, on purpose somehow. Kaz can do and control plenty of things, but dropping himself unconscious on a whim? That's pushing it, even for Dirtyhands himself, without a Heartrender around the corner.
It's the hesitancy that gets under her skin the most, though. The push-through of something he clearly doesn't want to, or know how to, verbalize the way he could suavely maneuver through a deal. This- no- they, she realizes, matter more than any deal ever could. And that realization is as good as a punch to the gut.
"It's fine," she says softly, fingers twitching in her lap, begging to reach, but knowing better than to bluff a sure loss. "I know it isn't- it's not that."
However, Jepser's question is more pointed than she's sure how to handle, she looks between them for a moment, lingering her gaze on Kaz to let him explain it in whatever way he wanted. Hoping he could read the message in her eyes that she would back whatever he said, however he wanted to frame it. Not that she felt he would, or that they needed to, lie to Jesper, but... truth stands, she doesn't know all the details anyway. She wants to know the answer, too.
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Her eyes widen just a fraction at the grip Kaz takes on the sharpshooter's wrist- oh. Interesting. He keeps the grip even when he sits up, and Jesper thinks nothing of it. How could he? Did anyone else really know the truth? She thinks the question on Jesper's lips answers that for her. Not that she found out in anything like a conventional way, nor does she understand the entirety of the issue.
Only two words, and yet... they are ones she never really anticipated hearing from him, for... anything, really. Especially not...this. It isn't as if any of this was intentional, on purpose somehow. Kaz can do and control plenty of things, but dropping himself unconscious on a whim? That's pushing it, even for Dirtyhands himself, without a Heartrender around the corner.
It's the hesitancy that gets under her skin the most, though. The push-through of something he clearly doesn't want to, or know how to, verbalize the way he could suavely maneuver through a deal. This- no- they, she realizes, matter more than any deal ever could. And that realization is as good as a punch to the gut.
"It's fine," she says softly, fingers twitching in her lap, begging to reach, but knowing better than to bluff a sure loss. "I know it isn't- it's not that."
However, Jepser's question is more pointed than she's sure how to handle, she looks between them for a moment, lingering her gaze on Kaz to let him explain it in whatever way he wanted. Hoping he could read the message in her eyes that she would back whatever he said, however he wanted to frame it. Not that she felt he would, or that they needed to, lie to Jesper, but... truth stands, she doesn't know all the details anyway. She wants to know the answer, too.