Jack watched Annika pull an entire bow out and felt a bit taken back by it. She’d just been struggling to get something simple to form and was understandably frustrated. And suddenly she’d pulled that out without so much as a thought. It was a strange sight, one he [i]approved[/i] of, to be sure, but curious. What was the difference? He wondered, for a brief moment, if it had something to do with who she once was.

Still, his surprise was quickly replaced with approval. Pride, even. He smiled back at her, which was a rare sight even when he was [i]empathically[/i] proud of her.

[color=6644ff]”Well done, Annika. You found the trick, it seems.”[/color]