Just the three of us. It feels painful in a way. A reminder of their loss. Wondering if that had brought an acute loss for Jesper. But it was the three of them. That mattered in ways Kaz might never talk about, but they had been his long before anyone else had become close to them, and now even in this odd slip in time or whatever it was, they were there now.

"I don't know. It does make people talk," he notes, not used to being the one to make the grand entrance as it feels he is. Just as the curl of her finger against his feels like something so much greater than most might think it is, but for him, in public, it is huge.

Not that he's so much as looking at their fingers, or looking away from her face.

He snorts though at that, giving her a hard look that is more amused than most might think. "As if you need an escort to get anywhere safely. It was more not risking your job. I can't imagine what I would do to a tender at the Crow Club that took too much time away from their work."

Yet he's quickly caught up in the story she tells. About their arrival, about what has been happening in the city, the factions. Especially about this Singularity and the Horizon... and the magic that comes with it.

"Much better together," he says with a nod, as if that is all there is to take away from it all. "They really have a way of giving people abilities like the Grisha possess? Just be existing in this dream like land?"