Jack breathes a small sigh of relief as Anne settles in next to him. He has been having a nice time, but he feels more at ease with her standing next to him. "You should try one," he says, indicating the platter of eggs. "They're good."

He keeps his eyes on her for a moment, not really sure where he wants to start. He wants to tell her that Eliot is a king and he wants to tell her that half of the things on these shelves could be used to do magic, but it also feels like there's a more pressing question to ask. His eyes flick down to the shirt that is definitely not the one she left in this morning, then over to where Greta is talking with a very tall redheaded man.

"You went to get Greta. Did something happen after you left?" He tries to keep his tone light, but some of his wariness about Greta creeps into his voice. He's not entirely sure what he's asking, but he is sure that Greta has been someone that Anne has started to trust. That's rare, for Anne, and as much as he wants Anne to have people to trust, he doesn't want to see her get hurt if that trust is misplaced.

He tries to push aside the worry that Anne being so thoughtful towards Greta might mean that his bed will be empty again in a month or two.