He was nice for a human. Nice the way her Darling had been, and the bittersweetness of it made her heart clench and ache. It didn't matter if she couldn't go back, she had to. Maybe her Darling didn't know it, but he needed her as much as she needed him, and she needed him with all the breath she carried in her body. Knowing he was gone and out of reach, likely in the arms of one of her rivals, made her chest too tight to breathe with her seething jealousy and the pulse of love in her heart.

"Jack-san." She murmured, clutching at the simple shirt she had been covered with. She twisted the fabric between her fingers. "My name is Miia." She told him, worrying the fabric with her hands. "I have to find him. We're supposed to get married," she protested, slowly lowering herself from the defensive height she had pushed herself to. "I-- I can't-- we're meant for each other. I just know it. I can't marry him if he's not here."