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[ Jamie is quiet when she starts to lead them into her home a bit deeper. He bows his head and follows along behind her to the kitchen. He does attempt to step forward to pull her chair out, but she's already seated herself. Jamie instead sits in his own chair and settles back. He takes a quick glance around when he hers the soft grunt, but he doesn't quite find the culprit so his gaze returns to Rosalind when she starts to speak. She needs his undivided attention.

Whatever that ring was had to be a gift from the higher beings here. It made the most sense. He hadn't ever experienced anything so quick acting before. It was a reprieve from whatever Randall had done to him mentally. He needed it. He leans forward when she shows off the ring. He peers at it for a moment before looking at Rosalind once more. ]

I figured it was nae a permanent thing.

[ But it offered a brief time where Jamie felt like himself. The man before Randall broke him in that small slice of Hell. He doesn't reach out yet. Instead he chooses to speak first. ]

My wife.

[ Finally he reaches out with his wrapped hand and gently rests it on hers. He can't quite feel her touch through the fresh bandages, but that's alright. ]

How long do ye believe it lasts?

I don't know. But I'll try and make it last as long as possible.

[She might not have been so quick to admit that, but his touch startles her. Her fingers instinctively curl, but she doesn't pull her hand back. Instead she closes her eyes, trying to focus all of her attention on his hand.

She hates things like the ring. There's no scientific principle to it, no understanding or limits. It's all just magic. Why does it work? Magic. How long will it last? Who knows, it's magic. It frustrates her to no end, but she hadn't hated it enough to throw the ring away.

There's an impatient noise, and Darwin finally makes his appearance. Sliding off the couch clumsily, he trots his way forward, making his way to sit atop one of Rosalind's feet. He looks impatient and frustrated, with his ears wiggling and his eyes half-closed, but that doesn't matter. Soon enough Jamie will feel that same familiar feeling, cool and soothing, spreading through his fingers and dulling the pain in his hand.

Rosalind lingers there, wondering if prolonged contact might help the feeling linger.]

[ Jamie watches her with curious interest. This sort of thing is beyond him. It was strange enough watching Claire do things he'd never seen before. Medical things, but this is stuff from legends. Whispers said among his people. The talk of magic and fairies. But his wife came through stones from the future and then back through them. He can wrap his brain around a ring that brings him this sort of peace and clam.

He's trying to focus on their hands together, but the sound of whatever was on her couch draws closer. Heavy feet until finally he sees is near her feet. His eyes tear away from their hands to look at the animal. His gaze narrows and he looks incredibly confused. Rosalind doesn't seem bothered by it. He wants to ask if this is something different and strange like the animal his wife had been given.

But he doesn't have time to focus too much on the animal though because suddenly the feeling pumps through him. This uncontrolled calm that warms into his bones. Jamie smiles and shuts his eyes momentarily. For once Black Jack Randall doesn't occupy every moment in his head. ]

[She watches his expression melt, some of the tension leaving his body. It won't last for long, but at least it's something.]

His name is Darwin.

[She murmurs it, answering the question Jamie hadn't yet asked, as she keeps her hand pressed firm against his.]

My pet. Only a few weeks old.

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