[She starts to run her hands through his hair, pressing her fingers into his scalp. It's clear that one hand doesn't have the fine motor control of the other yet; but considering she couldn't move her fingers at all two days ago, this is a vast improvement. She likes when he smells clean; she likes when he smells like her.

She'll work her hands over skin, too, once she's done here.]

I had a chance to leave Nassau. Before you and I were together. Before everything happened. To go to Tenerife. I would have been able to find passage back here, eventually.

When you were still trapped by Eleanor.