[He noted the way she watched him, and he expected it was partially due to the fact that she had aged somewhat which meant that whatever had happened to him, he was long gone from her life. It annoyed him that he had died on her when she potentially needed him the most, when Zaun had needed him, but there was nothing that he could do about it but occasionally fume.

Once she was in the water and soaking, he settled himself on the edge of the tub and pulled her hair into his lap to return to working on it. He started at the tips and began to untangle the knots. He worked meticulously while also keeping an eye on Jinx herself in case she fell asleep and potentially sank into the water.

As he worked and watched her, he allowed the silence to persist for a time.] Your café remains in good order. The cats have found homes, especially that one which had her kittens in my closet. [He purposefully sounded put upon by having to deal with kittens in his closet some time ago.]