"Anne will be along later." He doesn't offer more explanation than that. If she were going somewhere dangerous, she would have said, and he trusts her to come back by whenever she's done what she needs to do.

Jack had already been poking through the drawers of the cabinet, but with fresh permission given, he pulls out one of the larger drawers. Part of him had just been expecting larger twigs, perhaps stones or crystals. Instead, it's a box draped in fabric, as if it needs to be guarded or protected from prying eyes. It feels like it might be important. Or private. Or both.

Jack places his hand on top of the box, then pauses. He's curious, and certainly he might normally move aside the fabric without consideration, but Eliot has been kind to him. If he has secrets to keep, Jack doesn't believe that they are the sort that will come to anything harmful. He's the one that has been poking around in Eliot's things, and he doesn't want to upset the man just to reveal something that he'd rather keep hidden.

He raises his eyebrows at Eliot. "May I?"