Jazz was sluggish from pain and discomfort, but he slowly pushed his head into Rat's hand; grateful for any sort of attention. Fortescue watched him, with a funny little smile on her face. While she doesn't think there's anything particularly malicious about Rat, she's never told anyone about this sort of thing before.

"In a manner of speaking," she agreed. Then she chuckled. "I'm not sure you'll believe me."