She sinks onto the edge of the bed at Kaz's insistence and listens as he explains. With one hand tucked behind her, she reaches for Jesper's free hand, fingers tangling with his.


It's impossible not to take note of it as he says it. Had Kaz ever referred to anyone else when he came to Ketterdam? She doesn't recall him ever mentioning it.

As he continues, a frown creeps across her features until the confusion melts into realization, into understanding, into sympathy. "Oh, Kaz..." she breathes out in a whisper.

"It's okay," she says softly, carefully telegraphing her movements before resting her hand gently on his knee. "take your time..."