A smile splits her face, and she doesn't know why. Everything is momentarily perfect; a trusted companion sits by her side and she is safe. A balm to a lonely life. She nods, and reaches over to tap his knuckle. It's fine, it's fine.

"It is, true as sunrise." She isn't sure if he means it, or if it's just some kind of cover, but Jone assumes this is the last time she'll get to be herself, ever again. She means to mean it.

The food arrives, a breakfast platter of bacon and egg and rice and potato, leek, mushroom, cabbage. Jone immediately flips her egg over on top of the rest of the food and stabs it, letting the yolk bleed down into a sauce. She eats with a quick efficiency born beyond the border of Archadia.