After a while of a must sniffing, Jones watched her silently.
One minute she had been neutral then another, a surge of happiness that came out of nowhere immediately she looked out the window but now... She is like a puzzle that he could not solve.
He perceives that with her head facing downwards, she was not willing to be seen in her state. So he said nothing to her but had to make it a notice that he is aware.
Jones took his bloody sword and asked in irony, knowing fully well that she was in need of one, if she had something to wipe the stains of blood off his sword.
Fionna nodded a no. Still with her head down.
This man had saved her life twice already and she had never been so grateful as to say a thank you to him. That was the least she could do after all.
Jones sighed after he
