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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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