Verity noticed the flicker of pain and reached her hand through the bars. "They'll be back," she promised, though she tried to avoid promises she couldn't keep. "Just like I am. Better," she added.
"The tapes should be easy enough to find," she said as if it were a plan. No mention of slavery, prison, or the Dark Lord. This was easier- for now. Later this would hurt the worst.
She smiled, a little wet eyed herself. "Seventeen's a long time, Jordan," she commented as she ducked her head. Her eyes were watering now too as she tried to comprehend all of the ups and downs in their relationship. And he'd loved her the whole time. Then again, hadn't she? He was in her blood- there was no getting rid of him. As he shook her she laughed and looked back up, sensitive but more herself. "You should stop then," she told him. "You think I want you behind bars? Prison tattoos are so last decade," she teased.