The idea that Grace has gone through everything that she has, and still feels the urge to be kind to some fucking unhinged asshole, makes Arthur want to stand over her like a wolf over a pup and bite anyone with ill intent who comes close.

He lets out a long breath and hugs the frog closer again, feeling strangely okay with just cuddling a toy for the rest of the conversation. "Thank you," he says, the way he would've used to, and: "Well met, gentleman Jack," he tells it quietly.

"You know Helena." Not really a question, just noting it. "Well. I have gotten rather good at going by footsteps, since most people seem to think that's sufficient, but I..." He's realising something. "I don't think I've heard you walk. Have you been flying as well?"