She didn't mind the arm, in fact it comforted her the same way it did him. Knowing they were both real and not on that strange screen up there only. Elizabeth took the rum without complaint and drank a good gulp. Good lord did that burn, and she needed to feel it. She handed it back and swallowed hard. Her eyes stung from it, but she wanted that. She needed reassurance of what they were right then. Existing.
"Didn't we seem ridiculously young to you?" Jack always had this way about him, who knew how old he really was, but for her at least, what a difference. Elizabeth was troubled by that reminder, and more than that, by who she saw. James. Her father. Her father. Alive and worried about her, and it really put into perspective the choices she made. The way their lives all changed significantly since.