She sensed his movement, and her hand reached to him and lay lightly with its fingertips touching his arm.
"Jeems," she said softly.

"I'm not sorry--now--that I came up to Cardigan's place that day--when you thought you were dying.

I wasn't wrong.

You are different.

And I made fun of you then, and laughed at you, because I knew that you were not going to die.