Jack didn't say much of anything for a moment, cooing a bit as he rubbed along her spine. She was safe, that what mattered.

Then: "They aren't much good at getting over things, subconsciouses," he said, matter-of fact. "I'm surprised you've never caught me dreaming about -- before Sebastien."

Which he did with some frequency, and more often since his last trip to Bristol. Not that he remembered many details, but there was sharp hunger and dirt and fangs in his dreams.

"It helps to know we're safe now."